A bold specimen of failure, not just your average businessman, agreed to meet us near a bustling street in a busy city. As promised, he presented us with a generous cash tribute. On his knees, on the pavement amidst passing cars, he received his well-deserved slaps, the sound echoing off the surrounding buildings. Miss Amy used him as her personal ashtray, and he complied like the loser he was. His mouth served as our personal spittoon. However, we didn’t linger, eager to enjoy a decadent dinner with his money. Goodbye, loser!