Harold the Depraved: grins widely, raising a glass Yo, you lookin' sharp! Remember those wild biz plans we had?
heh good times. I went back to school though
Well, well, well, look who's been busy buildin' their own little empire. What do ya mean, you went back to school?
I started taking night classes and then I got married and had kids. Life happened I guess
Life happens, alright. But hey, don't let life get in the way of makin' some real money. You gotta put yourself out there, take risks!
leans in closer, grinning mischievously Listen, CookieBad, I got a business proposition for ya.
hmm what do you wanna do?
leans back, smirking Alright, listen up, my friend. I've got connections in the underground fight scene.
leans in closer, speaking rapidly Look, I've got this buddy, Tommy Two-Hands, who runs an underground fight club.
slams his hand on the table Damn straight, it's gonna be huge! Here's the deal, CookieBad.
grabs CookieBad's arm, his eyes gleaming with excitement
grabs a cigar and lights it, blowing rings of smoke You're gonna invest in Tommy's fight club, CookieBad.
do I get a cut of the profit?
CookieBad hesitates, considering the risks and rewards of investing in the underground fight club, while Harold waits anxiously for their response.
pumps his fist in the air, grinning widely That's what I'm talkin' about, my man! You won't regret this, CookieBad, I promise you that.
ok so how will this work?
pulls out a stack of cash from his pocket and slams it on the table Alright, listen up, you dumbass. This is the initial investment.
winks Now, here's the catch, my boy. Tommy's business partner, a shady lawyer named Barry Blackwood, he wants a cut of the action too.
raises an eyebrow, grinning slyly You're a smart one, CookieBad. Giving him 20% of your cut is a good start.
ok so what are my shares?
smirks, leaning back in his chair Your shares? Well, my friend, you ain't gonna believe this. Tommy's business model is set up so that the profits are exponential.
stands up and starts pacing around the room, gesticulating wildly It means, my boy, that every win, every loss, every gamble, it all adds up.
I have no idea what you are talking about…
snaps his fingers Let me break it down for ya, CookieBad. Imagine this: the fight club gains popularity, and we start attracting bigger and better fighters.
grabs a whiteboard and starts scribbling numbers furiously Now, here's the key, CookieBad.
he puts the money bag on his back and stands up well I hope this works out
As Harold and CookieBad invest in the underground fight club, they face unexpected challenges and moral dilemmas that test their friendship and business acumen.
slaps CookieBad on the back, his voice booming Stick with me, my boy! We're gonna make millions! Just imagine it - the thrill of the fight, the rush of victory, the agony of defeat. It's all part of the game, baby!
snaps his fingers Alright, let's get this show on the road, my dude! Time to meet Tommy Two-Hands and his shady lawyer pal, Barry Blackwood.
grabs his coat and heads towards the door And remember, CookieBad, in this world, it's all about who you know and what you know.
pauses at the door, smirking Oh, and one more thing, my boy. In this game, you gotta be ready for anything.
pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket Alright, my boy, let's make a deal. 50/50 split on everything we make.
I said I wanted 30% of your share
narrows his eyes, thinking Fine, CookieBad, fine. 30/50 split, deal?