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[lovebombing]

[This is......a strange post. But it sure is a post on the network, indeed.]

 

˜”*°•.˜”*°• WHAT DOG BREED ARE YOU? ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS BELOW, AND YOU'LL FIND OUT THE DOG BREED THAT BEST FITS YOUR PERSONALITY!!! •°*”˜.•°*”˜

What's your favorite food?
What's your favorite color?
What's your birthday?
What's your nickname?
What city were you born in?
What's your mother's maiden name?
What street did you grow up on?

ANSWER NOW AND FIND OUT WHICH DOG BREED ARE YOU TODAY

[Sampo Inc(TM) is responsible for the contents of this message. Yes, you will find out your dog breed. Sampo Koski promises RESULTS.]

Comments

[curingidiocy]

[ Ratio honestly has far more money than he knows what to do with back home. Sure, he's decorated his residences lavishly and spent some commissioning those statues of himself, but the rest he does not use save for academic pursuits.

Here, where there is little point doing any of that, money is of little value other than to allow the flow of knowledge, which is what this deal is meant for. ]

Eight thousand, and we will discuss the rest once you produce results. You have yet to prove your capabilities to me, after all.

[lovebombing]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmokay!

[And a light clap of the hands, beaming.]

Looks like me and you got a deal! Let's shake on it, then. This Sampo Koski won't let you down.

[And here, a gloved hand for you, doctor.]

[curingidiocy]

[ The way he says that is incredibly suspicious, but Ratio remains outwardly impassive. He firmly grasps Sampo's hand and shakes it. The deal is sealed. ]

May we have a fruitful relationship.

[lovebombing]

I hope we do.

[In the end, all that matters is profit.]

[He draws his hand back, satisfied.]

Say, a doctor...doctor of what?

[curingidiocy]

A doctor that intends on curing humanity of the disease known as 'idiocy'.

[ Well, their task is done here, so he immediately turns around with the intention to leave. If Sampo has anything to say, he better say it before Ratio vacates the premises. ]

[lovebombing]

That's...

[A pretty big order to fill, he thinks, but Ratio is already turning heel to go. He won't keep him. He might be a curious, friendly guy, but he knows his limits.]

[A little wave.]

Catch you around, doc. I'll keep in touch. Keep your inbox open for me, alright? Hehe.