"Sorry, stud, I didn't catch your name."

"Sorry, stud, I didn't catch your name." "I'm just a pool boy, I need no sympathy. It's Amir, by the way." Ahhh, Amir. That wouldn't have been Gloria's first guess, so it's a good

So then Amir also took a sip of her rum & rum. "Thanks!" he said to Queen Gloria. "Now let's get back to business." He picked up the gun, but instead of pointing it at his own head

he pointed his head at the gun and fired a thought. The gun exploded into a bouquet of asps. "Ack!" he screamed, dropping the serpents. "Those were supposed to be the FTD Mother's

Madusa's Holiday Special." Kicking the "Thought Gun" into the gutter, he forgot about it. Thirty years later, the "Thought Gun" had wound up on the beach of San Francisco. It was f

Class but still worked and worth a pretty penny. I did not know how to use it but that was what Lougle was for. I lougled the company name, Pernicious Knids, & Thought Gun resulted

In a total turnover of staff, robotization of the warehouses, and a new company name. The old staff was fired and immediately started a class action lawsuit against me. Plausibly,

I turned over the automated warehouses to those who had lost their jobs in the process, but kept the profits as they worried themselves sick over the complicated upkeep. "Not my

job,” I muttered to myself, vowing to stop Amazon.com before it automates the entire retail sector, eliminating

the need for anything human to exist. I need a lot of capital to stop Jeff Bezos; that won't be easy. You can't kill him...he ain't human. In fact, there are only 50 humans left