Tandy: Compact Plum

Can love and life be something of a crypto-zone for the emotions of ambiguous capitalism (on Earth)?

A home-invasion specter story. Happy Summer, all 

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Mr/Mrs Tandy lived happily-together in a very special mansion envisioned by the older hubby who made a killing on Wall-St. in the 21st-Century. Mr. Tandy envisioned finding an ideal mail-order-bride from Europe and did; and this was Shelley Tandy, an Eastern-Euro doll. Jacob Tandy, the proud older-man hubby, now had everything his heart would desire and entreated his love of video-games, until an online-tourney drew to his palace a dark stranger who was simply psychotic after being refused a rematch after defeating Jacob Tandy in a game of 'classic' Metroid (Facebook-like).

AMLAN SATAN (Stranger): I'm here with an ice-gun sales offer, Jacob Tandy.

MR. TANDY: This is evil...you threatened to shoot my windows with nitrogen.

SATAN: That's why you allowed me to enter your palace...Slovak-Algerian gamer.

MR. TANDY: I blogged on our (shared) cyber-forum my mail-order-bride is Euro.

SATAN: That doesn't impress me, Jacob Tandy...I want you to buy my ice-gun.

MR. TANDY: You know of my Wall-St. linked military-research company tie?

SATAN: You blogged about it, fool...I demand this contract-margin for us now.

MR. TANDY: Just because I refused you a rematch with Metroid, sir?

SATAN: I'm insane, Jacob Tandy...and I want this sale to be public/blogged now.

MR. TANDY: Damn you (Facebook-like).

Mr. Jacob Tandy had no actual/real choice but to make the sale and shoo-away the dark specter-personage of Mr. Amlan Satan, a psycho-gamer who intended to make himself small-time famous online with his public/blogged 'ice-gun' sale for military-research company hyperbole-storyboards (hmmm). Jacob was just relieved he and Shelley were safe now (and for evermore!). However, Amlan Satan never contacted him again for any further 'examination-story' concerning liquid-nitrogen or anything else of the Selfie-culture variety (for the Ego!).

MR. SATAN: I look better with shades, no?

WAITRESS: You're a plum, doll (ha).

MR. SATAN: I invite you to partake in my sales-profit for Brussels-waffles.

WAITRESS: Open a waffle-dive with you in Belgium for young wealth, eh?

MR. SATAN: Maybe you're a (real) damsel, waitress-angel (ok).

WAITRESS: What if I refuse?

MR. SATAN: I'm Martian by nature...no one refuses me (Facebook-like).

WAITRESS: Weird...I guess I'm romancing a quarterback (Selfie-like!).

"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)