[Host is reminded that aesthetic glitches were an unintended side effect of system synchronization. Optional features are priced accordingly.]
'Unintended side effect my ass. That's like a barista spilling your coffee and charging you for the napkin.'
[Host is being very dramatic. Also, rich people don't complain about small expenses.]
'Oh, you did not just call me cheap, you smug digital parasite.' I clutched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
'I'm fucking rich! I've got nearly a million dollars if I convert all my system points! Don't you dare imply I'm being stingy, you digital smartass!'
I had nearly a million dollars banked. That wasn't ego talking—it was raw math. I could walk into any dealership and buy a fleet of luxury cars or fund a hostile corporate takeover if I felt spicy.
But here I was, haggling with my own AI over color swatches like I was arguing with a broke Etsy vendor.
