It’s time for our much-deserved weekend getaway. I’ve been planning a wellness trip with Carmen Fire, one that will be funded by our loyal paypig – just as it should be! He enters the room, holding a rose for each of us. Nice gesture, but where’s the money? I count the bills, feeling my anger rise – is he serious?! We expect bills starting with a green color… but he only brings pathetic 50 euro notes, and it’s far from enough for a luxury wellness weekend! Can’t believe he thought he could please us with that! He can take his crushed roses and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine, we don’t need his pseudo romantic crap. We want money! He leaves and comes back later – this time with double the amount. That’s more like it! But I wonder if there’s still more money in his bank account…