Dark Hearts: Interest Watch

An immigrant-prince/investor seeks a Western fortune-reading (football organization) and is enticed by an 'alien' messenger (for bureaucracy!).

An 'adaptation' of Oh God! You Devil (Ted Wass) for Thanksgiving. Hope you like it, 

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PRINCE SATAN (Amlan): "This'll be great for the readings of capitalism-culture, and if I'm right, then what I learned from 'Deep-Springs-Materialism' is the social-media matrix access-chess (IQ) for socialized investments concerning lifestyle 'drawn' fortune fitness!"

Prince Satan moved from Algiers to Phoenix and married a lovely cowgirl who happened to be quite wealthy (herself), like him, and the daughter of a very respected American football organization executive, which inspired him to extract the right 'bread' from social-media/fanfare 'culture' in the American Homeland to create an arrow of interest/rates for profit-chess in a Florida team, which he found great 'colored words' for photo-synthesis (or 'leviathan' marketing for hyperbole!).

EZZY (Wife): This will be the right 'change' for what's American inspiration(s) for ya.

SATAN: I think you're right, but if my team struggles, I'll feel like 'daddy-shadow' IQ.

EZZY: That's the double-coin 'face' of American capital, Amlan; image for romance.

SATAN: Ha, no wrong with romanticized failure(s) for journals then (or magazines).

EZZY: Cool.

FAUST: "I shall entice this 'prince' of sportsmanship/chess for his immigrant-frailty IQ and offer him that 'chance' to intersect dreams of moving with socialized media coloring to render a special 'light' for photo-graphics and social-media cheers for his likely-struggling American football organization (for Facebook!)."

SATAN: You sound Martian, stranger.

FAUST: I'm here for a special messaging, for your fated chess-sportsmanship ID, prince.

SATAN: What in the Hell are you concerning (here/now)?

FAUST: I might be a Martian (with my eccentric appearance/visage), or Lucifer.

SATAN: What do you want with me, concerning?

FAUST: I can make your team shine like the stars, prince!

SATAN: What if I refuse this 'consultancy' offer for Homeland 'bread'?

FAUST: Who's to care...for cinema's afforded this Earth a 'shine' for stranger chess?

SATAN: I guessing it won't make for much 'matter' (or 'bread'), and I'd profit in mind.

FAUST: See...sportsmanship's the 'veiled' courtesy for leviathan (or cinema!).

SATAN: Alright (I guess)...I wonder what she'd make of all this (Ezzy, my wife).

FAUST: I'm sure she's an 'avid' fan of Paul Bogart.

Well, Prince Satan, our antihero-protagonist (almost) took up this 'alien' offer and allowed this stranger fellow ('Faust') to boost his Florida team interest/rates/readings for social-media/traffic and hooped a special 'ring(s)' for magic/superstition and drew Amlan into the world of 'shine' in street-chess success and helped him 'sweep' Ezzy into a daydream of American fortune(s), but he started to lose what drew him into this 'matrix' of capitalism's readings (for the first-place), the youth-art(s) of sportsmanship-craftsmanship. He had to get-out of his bad-deal and make a restoration(s)-diorama for his social media fans/students (somehow).

Well, Amlan managed to get-out of the deal with the stranger fellow (Faust) and sold his team-organization and decided to invest in a simplified 'world-fare' eatery (in the challenged Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets) and toasted the 'humility-declaration(s) escapist-wind' deed with Ezzy (his cowgirl-wife) with a culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to remind him what made him a (real) American --- 'incomplete-distances' to leviathan's rate (for bureaucracy!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)