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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=109_yCKvl_A>"BAND" CHOCOLATE>CHOCOLATE BUNNIES, CHOCOLATE EGGS, CHOCOLATE /BUNNY EGGS/>FOR SALE>KEEPS URBAN YOUTH OFF OF DRUGS>AND OFF OF SEX W/O CONDOMS>AND ALSO GIVES URBAN YOUTHS INSTRUMENTSInsurance is a bitch, there's no denying that. So the only thing you can do to make all of that money back is to do what all the kids are doing nowadays.
Selling chocolate as if you were some loser elementary school student. All the hastily scribbled signs point to that conclusion.
You are Calem, the ambiguously-aged 15-16 year old from Vaniville Town. And you should be proud, because all in all, in the span of just one night you've become an entrepreneur.
Your goal is to make all of your money back while also paying whatever debts you have leftover to the "business" you all this chocolate from. It's a crooked system, where the dealer pays a superior dealer a finder's fee so the superior dealer can get you the dough from a licensed representative of the "business".
It's hot risky shit, brother.
>'Speaking of hot risky shit..'There is definitely no way to better advertise your product then to have girls standing next to you in lewd costumes doing it for you. Of course one of them is being less enthusiastic about it than the other.
Actually this time it's /not/ Serena.
You look at her mildly bobbing left and right at a snail's pace. She's dressed like a Lopunny, and she wears that costume well, "You know, I really do think you look great."
"That's the seventeenth time you've told me that /today/."
"And I mean it!"
Your eyes then fleet towards Alice. She's dressed as a Buneary, but she doesn't like it. She's crossing her arms and has the biggest pout on her face.
Things didn't pan out too well between you and she.
A) "/Something/ the matter?"
B) "Uh... You still mad at me?"
C) "Um, I'll just give you a few more minutes to cooldown.."
