Whilst the Arroe and Meatius… affair had officially arrived, and was heating up, another man connived, as he sipped from his cup…
"Ahhh… This was some good sh**."
…The expensive coffee, [apparently plundered, and then 'perfected' from the potent… 'pellets'… of a cat - and something that the original pioneering inventor had likely in more ways than one pulled out of his a**] percolated through his pores, even as he surveyed the latest profits from his stores…
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Mor Mun Ni was of course glad to see, that he was… [as usual literally] 'reaping profits' from his beard harvesting scheme, and his nursing home 'array', was also making a good… 'turnover' that day 👀✨.
"No…" Of course, the Transcendent Great Grandmaster readers, who had by now mastered the Art of perceiving Author's shamelessness first hand, involuntarily shuddered, as they forecast what he had, most likely planned…
Indeed.
They said that "Nothing is certain in this life except for death, and taxes."
In that case, why not take advantage of these facts, in order to optimise his min-maxes…
The more Mor thought about it, the more he liked… and the more that his profits would be hiked.
As a result. He had partnered up with 'additional service providers', many of whom were government insiders…
"InandOut" - A 'mobility service' that were responsible for getting people moving - "In" if they had money to their name, and "Out", if they ran out of funds to continue 'playing their nursing home game'…
"WherethereisaWillthereisaWay"*, or "WillWay" for short, were responsible for helping the residents 'get their Wills and Finances in order' and needless to say, they did an impeccable job… at ordering those finances into line… anything with a 123 was taken as a consulting fee, 456 was to 'insure' against any external 'tricks', 789 was half yours, half mine, for 'investment and safekeeping', and anything with 0 was given to 'an experienced pro', to help better manage their overall portfolio…
*The full name of the company was in fact WherethereisaWillthereisaWaytomakeyouPay" but it was shortened to 'keep it simple'.
"FleecewithReece", "Harvest, Co." and "Nextlife, Inc." were the latest 'helpers' to come on board, and recently, they had even won some industry awards…
for making sure the residents were 'well-groomed', and, in particular cases of those who had succumbed to the travails of advanced age, entombed 💀usually after a lengthy process to ensure their future - and one which usually involved delving deep into their super… [1]
[1] short for superannuation, a kind of retirement fund.
After all. There was only so much space - only so many beds available in each nursing home place…
If death was the 'fact' every person had to ultimately face - then surely there was a case… to be made, that it was better to be… efficient about it all - at some point one had to make the call… they [the nursing home residents] wouldn't be able to use their money in the end… so why not 'lend' it instead… to a… friend?
Yes. A friend of the old, [']burdened['], and weary… That was who Mor Mun Ni [believed he] was, clearly…
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But right now, Mor was keen for something beyond even his coffee beans and nursing home schemes… for it seemed that Arroe Gant, one of his 'old mates', had arranged for a specific date - on the 6th of the 7th, a PPV event where he would enter the ring… and this would be a huge opportunity, for him, Mor Mun Ni, to promote… *something*…
And of course, speaking of rings…
He fing-ered the rock-hard object in his pants - the diamond ring guys, come on… ✨🫢 - as his eyes glazed over and he smacked his lips - imagining Lucy… in advance, was certainly… a juicy… proposition…
And speaking of proposition… well the stage would soon be set…
"Lucy… you'll be the perfect asset…" he whispered, even as he… considered her other… 'ass-ets'.
"And then… Scroogeux's Empire, will be Mine…"
And what's more, Mor thought. Best of all.
…Valentine… !!!!
Would then, just become a by-line… !!! ⚡️⛈️