Friends-Wage: Ellipse Shadow Dividend

Atlantic-City Summer-'25 friendship-bond offers 'hyperbole-expression' of Earth realm rescue/wits for things of diamonds and diners.

A friendship misadventure, set in NJ/USA. Happy Summer, all 

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Amlan and best-pal Marcus had become great video-game fans/nuts and journeyed to their Atlantic-City cyber-game(s) tourney for Summer-'25 incomplete-arts readings of what made competition synthetics a high-art for American Homeland qualia of imagination before Marcus got in a death-trap trouble with a shadowy traveler of great diamond-wealth (Ion)...Selfie-like.

AMLAN: He got drunk with you on absinthe in his Boardwalk-town suite, pal.

MARCUS: In deed, he had become a man of loud drunk-man boasts, Amlan (ok).

AMLAN: So, there you were drunk in his suite, and you lifted his boxed gems.

MARCUS: He kept boasting how they were smugglers-roads gems from Africa!

AMLAN: I heard of those, warlord mined treasures now exploited by rogues.

MARCUS: It's become an Earth ugliness trouble, and I felt like a vigilante, Amlan.

AMLAN: When he woke, you were gone, but he's tracked you wanting blood, eh?

MARCUS: What should I do, here in Atlantic City, Amlan (you must help me).

AMLAN: Facebook-like (for doubt).

The mysterious wandering gem-man of pockets-wealth, Ion, was no calm-customer and wanted blood. Amlan made a special 'arrangement' for streets-hyperbole in Boardwalk-town for the shadowy hat-wearing stranger (Ion), promising him that Marcus would arrange a special Boardwalk-hyped Summer-'25 get-together for gourmet feast and Super Bowl video-watch entertainment in Ion's now famous Atlantic-City suite (Facebook-like).

ION: If I fail to feel satisfied with Marcus-the-chef, best friend?

AMLAN: I assure you, Ion...Marcus has culinary-arts training (Johnson & Wales).

ION: Well, I suppose a gourmet-suite football-TV 'thing' for my suite-prestige is ok!

AMLAN: You won't be dissatisfied with Marcus-the-chef...cream-chipped beef, pal.

ION: Aha, Marcus told you I'm a fan of (American) diner cream-chipped beef, eh?

AMLAN: Ion, you strike me as a shadow-investor spirit of great...gossip laughter.

ION: Fair for fare...Selfie-like.

MARCUS: Thanx, Amlan...I owe you everything now.

AMLAN: You need to give up the alcohol...that's what you owe now, pal!

MARCUS: 'Baron' Ion had a great Summer-'25 suite event with TV and chopsticks.

AMLAN: Your cream-chipped beef was an Atlantic-City hit (Facebook-like!).

MARCUS: Who the hell was he, my best-friend?

AMLAN: Who cares...maybe he was a blood-diamond 'witch' or like Raiden?

MARCUS: Let's unwind to Mortal Kombat and diner-food in Boardwalk-town, pal.

AMLAN: "I'll be there for you" (Friends).

"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)