Loan Shield(s): Belgian Onside

A resourceful but challenged 'prince' of risk/worry makes a 'wage-hyperbole' to escape the evil Mr. Loan with sweet-and-sour Esmerelda, for waffles-and-marks.

A tale of wits and escapism-touchdown. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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MR. LOAN: Look, Mr. Amlan Satan, I appreciate your Slovak-Algerian 'take' here.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm just a racer who got wind of your blood-diamond banks!

MR. LOAN: If you'd like to see my mistress (again), Mr. Satan, you'll do this work.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I fail to see how a fake-guest salesman-report serves you, sir!

MR. LOAN: I've gifted you some gems to sell to lounge-trekkers at the Inn-hotel.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm to sell half your gems in 3-months stay-time for gossip?

MR. LOAN: Turn me into a diamond-salesman for eco-capitalism media, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: If I fail in this gibberish-sales work at the Inn for gossip?

MR. LOAN: Folks shall say a racer and eco-guerrilla flew-away with Esmerelda!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: If I do this and turn you into some eco-thinker, I'm free?

MR. LOAN: You and Esmerelda may fly-away to Antwerp for your waffle-eatery.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's holiday, even for a racer-turned-thief for gossip, ok.

MR. LOAN: Good luck, Amlan Satan (Facebook-like).

Friends, Amlan knew he had to turn a miracle-sales pitch for an Inn-Express hotel stay and lounge-salesman's act for the prestige in the streets for the big-fatso he outwitted, for the caught affair pit he found himself with the fat-cat's frail gorgeous young maiden, Esmerelda, who'd become Amlan Satan's special Maid Marian. Now, he had to do this simplified sales-pitch 'crusade' at the Inn-hotel so he'd have the funding to fly to Brussels (not Antwerp), change his ID and open a waffle-dive with Esmerelda (Facebook-like).

ESMERELDA: Loan's Satan.

AMLAN: Hey, Mirsolav Satan, Slovak ice-hockey player has the same surname!

ESMERELDA: Don't make light of any of this, Amlan Satan...Mr. Loan's evil Hell.

AMLAN: Right, right...instead of Robin Hood, I'll feel like a doomed Lancelot, ok.

ESMERELDA: How on Earth will you sell half his dirty-diamonds in 3-months time?

AMLAN: I'll tell (all) customers (potential/rich) the sales makes Ukraine charity.

ESMERELDA: That's all that's needed for a Brussels-waffles castle (for us)?

AMLAN: Loan's Heaven (Facebook-like).

Amlan/Esmerelda made it all the way to Belgium for a waffles-venture and retirement for a great-escape dream, which they found after doing the right turns; and with Amlan Satan's great successes at the Inn-hotel where he turned some nifty/cute gem-sales into an eco-talkie 'image' for leviathan/uncertainty, he resolved to remember the evil Mr. Loan as (simply) a man-of-empires (Facebook-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)