Bo' Rai Cho's Phone

Outworld drunken-master (Bo) traverses into Earth-world and makes 'discovery' for fortune-reading 'lines' concerning (incomplete) dogma.

A world-matrix yarn featuring the colorful video-game warrior-avatar of 'fatso' proportion, Bo' Rai Cho (Mortal Kombat). Thanks for reading! 

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Bo' Rai Chol, drunken-master of combat in Outworld, had completed his Mortal-Kombat tourney-circuit(s) and was advised by his old-pal Lord Raiden to crossover into Earth-realm for a capitalism-race 'chess' investment for interest in sportsmanship and ventures in the 21st-Century Western world (American Homeland) for antiterrorism bureaucracy-arts and hospitality-readings for fortune-flares...perhaps for some neat social media culture stance-IQ (wow).

He crossed-through the Stargate-dimensions portal and landed into Earth-realm as the American Homeland disguised investor 'prince' named Mr. Amlan Satan and decided to invest doubly in sports-net activity trophies and hospitality-readings in food-delivery services (ha). This would be some examination to complement his warrior-class drunken-mastery intuitions in combat-tourney dense Outworld (Mortal Kombat).

MR. AMLAN SATAN (Bo): "This is it; an American Homeland fashion-stance for postured social-media/Selfie-culture bureaucracy-flares for traffic-intuitions in fortune-readings and sports-and-foods distributions 'chess' for the audience and consumer and 'dowry' public (Facebook like!)."

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption makes 'rogue' finance/piracy woe(s).

GIRLFRIEND: You think I was magnetized by your fortune-readings/chess.
BO (Amlan Satan): Weren't you my capitalism-anime muse of the Homeland?
GIRLFRIEND: You strike me as a prince of commerce-culture vanities, Satan.
BO: What the hell's wrong with that, my muse-lady?
GIRLFRIEND: I dunno if an Aphrodite-courtship is the commerce-reaction for me.
BO: What's wrong with a capitalism-race 'chess' mannequin-hologram for love?
GIRLFRIEND: Sounds synthetic-like, Satan!
BO: Hey, hey...you're not just a fortune-doll...I've become a commerce-doctor!
GIRLFRIEND: I suppose this is some imagery for femme-arts dialysis (medicine).
BO: Would you be my 'nurse' for Homeland's distances?
GIRLFRIEND: You really are the 'prince' of dialysis, Satan.
BO: Hmmm, perchance you're that 'trophy' princess of Earthling-dogma.
GIRLFRIEND: Fine.

Bo returned to Outworld and told his old-pal (Lord Raiden) who recommended the commerce-life venture about his 'education' in the photo-graphics of traffic/hospitality 'intelligence' and that he'd consider leaving-behind that stark civilization imagery of war itself (wow).

RAIDEN: Recipe for Earth-world (Indian) bread, eh?
BO: I've learned to blend diner-tables with fatso-confidence!

RAIDEN: All's 'fare' in love-and-combat?

BO: Without any doubtfulness (ha).

"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)