I'M GONNA MAKE YOU A STAR

 Ting, TING

What's it like to have a response on you for money? Don't know how it works?

Lets go on a rich ride! Do you know how to handle attention?

"What am I?"

Your a brand mascot, here to make money for furniture you dunce, welcome to your new copywriting gig! Make this chair sing, make the pillow shine! Even that grandfather clock, its all s***. 

Make these items celebritys, and champion them for whatever they have.

"Whay about socialising?"

All the more to diect and sell them a product, indiscreetly, your here to serve me first and make money. You're soul is on the line gor it.

Old lady demographic mine

There's a new wave of old people, they all use the internet, and I'm in it!

This artificial generated pipeline that they give served with their attention economy is a gold side gig, to the direct response that pays for itself with a minimal effort, and a few clicks and drags.

Made saturated with cushion facts and sofa trivia! What furniture knowledge can i make it all about visual obsession?? 

You do what you can with a forbidden system to make money, know how hard it is to make money from consultation? Pimping out at Bobby's ain't what is, cunning subterfuge of predicting and aiding those to respond is.

Numbers and watching the old folk swoon! Swoon swoon swoonity.

Passion/Calmness, the primal value of erotica

Elation/Arousal/Calm/Sedation

Pi is mislabelled. Excitement could also be considered.

 Of awakening and sleep, so shall the primal energies of arousal we are summoned from the primordial soup that is made, this is the core value of erotica. Of all the storytelling, with our strands and biological mechanism and functions of mechanical cogs, shall spur others.

This is the moment where calmness can become sedation, and where arousal and become invigorating.

Move it towards the romance with love, get romance of the core value. All the core values are explored with the story grid, with erotica though, a really specific expression of story, then it deserves it's own category to help within the dynamic/inertia of the scene being told.

Intelligent compartmentalizing. 🛋️👍

Jaime's Ruckus of 1:00 pm

There are Bobby's goons at the backlot, and there is a dropdown of a shadow.

Danny Frog has taken up shotgun, that crossbow has taken. His talk of George has not got to him, though.

"What have you got crazy?"

"No, You pencil necked D*pS**t" He's ripped and gets rid of his dress, still keep the heels and the nails. He's got the slay, his hammer sparkling as several goons are shocked to the point, preparing their batons.

Bonk! Crunch! Swoosh!

The crunch of bone slapping on a side cage as they are crushed, shocked fear yet fervour of a run as there are no many, but twenty more as Jaime's adrenaline rushed. Then he brought the way it pulsed with electrical energy flowing.

A baton smacked his back, the brutality hitting his sway into the strut. It worked his way in a movement.

"He's turning that energy into slay energy!" Exclaimed to the crowd as he got to work. All over the open truck as the way happened. Then as the king goon when down. As a good held his back in punishment. He's about to get a rollicking.

Then he back head slammed the back of his nose, dazing the goon behind, as the goo. was about to land a blow, he twisted his hammer. Jaime slammed right into the spot.

"What the FFOOOWWWWK" The to O's making a comical exploding motion from the bubble, It head creating a dent on top of the inside of the truck carriage, ridiculous power demonstrated with the flying body, so the fight desculated with the infiltration.

"You got it done?" claimed the invoice of Danny.

"Yeah, Pretty bawlin."

Kyro's Excavate Job

Another mess by Theo

That darn dog left another mess for the excavator to clear up, it's a petty life to pay for him to clear his guard.

He knocked down on the flat and then, it opened, there was a man in his thirties, glasses, looked like he came from an IT college for him to work his appetite.

"You came to see the results," He said to the leathered robot, Ky knew he was hiding. His orange eyes could see various breaths, orange tinted like a distorted world of magic arcana. Several hooded baklavas withe loaded weaponry could be there.

"No, I came for Theo's friend." Ky blurt. Just then the nerd was not along, he had taken his shoulder and placed it in the back for protection, already a life was in the line as he brought the shield to protect the first shot. Already the other guys were not patient. Coming through at two pathways, two more soldiers, so he threw the nerd down and did his best to tackle the others.

He unzipped his jacket for one reason, threat defusal. There was an electrical, shock bam. There was his chest to crush it. To the shocked face of his assaulter. Such crunching is unconventional to the methods of Kyro, yet he persisted.
The cover of the door was not enough of the screaming nerd who was crawling off the two bodies now blown and knocked out with this special forces golem.

The other guy brought his desert eagle a mighty shot, supersonic bullet marching towards, yet his sacrum was untouched as he squeezed to the amazing of the crawling nerd. Slow motion, the bullet's tip flattened as it pushed, ricochetting with such intelligence it smacks the gobsmacked attacker's helmet, making him land flat on his arse awestruck, with the second shot pelting him.

"No way, Super orbital front thrusting deflectors!" Was his shout.

He opened the door, rushing forward, a naughty shot gunner had caught him. Right between the chest, yet to his dismay, crushed the barrel between again, just about as he had pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, the guy could not blow his load in time as the backfire sent him hurtling backward, right out of the shards of broken glass of the window, into the milkman's van?? Morning rounds are due.

Yes, it was loaded, he had been thoroughly M****

Threat gone, one pec at a time.