Risk-Man: Hell's Pronoun {Leviathan}

A stranger finds fortune gamesters chuckling in a convenience-station and makes wage yielding (dark) philosophy.

A gambler's omen-tale. Happy Holidays (thanks for reading), 

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AMLAN: This is great Mardi-Gras reflection at this gas-station for Wall-St.

MARCUS: We're to make a bud-wage for contest, to see a Ford-Chevy IQ?

AMLAN: We'll talk it up inside the gas-station, fresh in our Orleans-getups.

MARCUS: I'm sure no one will take note, despite our good laughter for IQ.

AMLAN: Maybe someone will take note, buddy (Facebook-like!).

Amlan and Marcus were chuckling it up inside a gas-station and convenient-store in the American Homeland, sitting idly on the bench inside enjoying coffee and doughnut-holes, and they talked about their little Ford-Chevy contest for Wall-St. IQ, mostly sure no one would take-note to care about their adjective for dares and fortune-hunting street-chatter for passerby/customers to heed (hmmm). However, someone did take-note, for Hell.

NORRIS: My name's Norris, and I couldn't but help take-note of your chats.

AMLAN/MARCUS: You liked what we're saying, eh?

NORRIS: In fact, I liked it so much, it stirred the insurance-brain in me!

AMLAN/MARCUS: What's it?
NORRIS: Since you gents like chatting it of Wall-St. dares for IQ, I've game.

AMLAN/MARCUS: A game, pal?

NORRIS: So, you're making contest for a Ford-Chevy wage for fortunes?

AMLAN/MARCUS: You have been listening to us, Norris pal (ha).

NORRIS: The deal gets rich, as is this game I offer you inside here.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Royal Farms (Facebook-like?).

This mystery-man visitor inside the convenience-station, Mr. Norris, shocked the living daylight out of Amlan and Marcus with his special fortune-IQ game-wage, after spying on their chat while they were chuckling (hmmm). In deeds, he promised to make their Earthling contest of cleats something of a darker depth for pronouns (Selfie-like). He offered the winner of this game a night with this wife, his gorgeous fashion-model darling (Esmerelda). Follow along!

AMLAN/MARCUS: You've evil, Norris pal.

NORRIS: Don't like my claim, gents, inside here (eh)?

AMLAN/MARCUS: A night of intimacy/affection with your supposed-wife?

NORRIS: For the winner of the game.

AMLAN/MARCUS: So, we've got 1 year to track this Ford-Chevy stock-chart.

NORRIS: Whoever has the company with the higher-percentage rise wins!

AMLAN/MARCUS: And gets to get-along with Esmerelda, Norris (geez)?

NORRIS: She's more attractive than you can imagine, gents (I promise).

AMLAN/MARCUS: We meet you here in 1 year, on this same night, Norris?

NORRIS: What's the worst that can happen...for gents chatting money?

AMLAN/MARCUS: You just might be the Devil himself, Norris.

NORRIS: Look, I've left you some of my wife's curry-stew on the table.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Food for thoughts, Norris Satan.

NORRIS: Ha...Selfie-like (maybe I'll see you here in 1 year exact)...bye.

AMLAN: That was eerie.

MARCUS: What do you want to do?

AMLAN: We play his game, make the contest wage anyways, but depart.

MARCUS: Don't meet him 1-year later, right?

AMLAN: Let's take the strangeness of this 'examination' seriously though.

MARCUS: Food for thoughts (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: I thought insurance-agents were bizarre (wow).

MARCUS: Earthlings sometimes find chandelier hospitality (damn).

"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)