DR;NS
CANT READ NOT SELLING
Cope
read;sold;profited;re-bought at lower price;sold again at profit;re-bought at lower price;sold at profit;re-bought;sold again at profit
text illiterate; wont barter
>>He walks into your room, belt buckle undone with mcdonalds grease glistening his hairy chest
>>He loosely flings off his daily steve jobs plaid shirt
>>You brace yourself uncomfortable, the binds keeping you shackled spread eagled on the floor
"yes master, nulinkers deserve death."
He smiles.
He slowly walks over to you.
"And what do you say to the deceivers?"
"You'll never buy sub one dollar again! Nice try, didn't read, not selling!"
He assumes the position now, a chair on top of your bare naked chest. He grunts and let out a massive fart.
"That's right... I've been holding it in after doing the same presentation, it's nice and hot and stinky..." He trails off, a distant look in his eyes as he glances and looks at all the chainlink posters in the room.
He grunts and out comes, a fat nasty shit on your chest.
"Another 700k, dumped."
"Thank you master, partnership confirmed."
He inhales deeply then takes out a Cuban cigar. Lighting first a $100 bill then using it light the cigar. You can smell the ashy scent lingering in the room as the smoke drifts up.
"Th-they said... $32 million dollars isn't worth my Oracle solution."
Ecstasy over-flowing your body, you prepare yourself for the joy.
"Just imagine all the data being sanitized by reputation, like Uber. No sybil attacks, all ERC20 based."
He lets out another fart and grunts again.
"Another 700k!"
You shout ecstatically, "build that oracle solution, buy that towncrier! hire more devs!"
"I've give you something to cry about" He replies. Once more he grunts again and shits a violent flow of diarrhea, this time getting on your chin and lip.
"Who needs toliets?" He questions a shadowy figure in the corner.
"One of my Pajeet devs" He says smiling.
"I'll shill for you Master!" As you cry out, the sloppy heap of shit covering your body as it slides down.
"1k EOY is FUD!"
"No... I will give you the fud." He grunts again and proceeds to let out a gassy fart.
"Another 700k!" He cries out as he lets his sweet, hairy cheeks flap as another shit dumps out.
"Di-di-", the shit overflowing your mouth, "d-didn'... arghhh, didn't read, not selling"
"Yeah, you like it linklet don't you? Who's my marine?"
"I am sir, proud to be a link marine, I've been collect since thirty cents. Please... sir... I am a corporal rank bitch pay pig in your dungeon of neets, please Binance me again."
He pauses, inhales and lets out another turd.
"Another 700k for expanding the team, Master?"
"No. For this expansion." He shits again as he groans. "Another 700k!"
"Who's my paypig", he questions.
"Me sir! A Cambodian basket weaving fisherman enthusiast form is all I need for financial advice."
That's right. He grunts again and begins to recite.
"You see, you can't pull data onto the blockchain, it's impossible, no one would ever create a simple contract to query Google."
You smile. "Yes Master, I'm your paypig. All FUD is actually from other chainlinkers."
"Sibos is going to be a yuuuge event, just like web3 and truffle. They keep expecting, but they can expect this, rgghhhhhh ahhhhh arghhhhh..."
"Thank you master. I promise to scrounge up what little money I have to throw at this fancy database contract while you dump 700k, thank you Master"