Game 39: "Crazy Tom Logistics"
"Listen, imagine this," Tae-yang leaned forward, hands painting the scene in the air. "Clone goes to the gym, works out 24/7. Meanwhile, the real me sits at home, gaming, eating chips, getting fatter, lazier, but still looking ripped in public. Everyone's like, 'Wow, Tae-yang, you got jacked overnight!' But no one knows it's Clone #1 doing all the squats."
He cackled like a villain unveiling his world domination plan.
Ha-neul chewed her squid stick. "So… instead of making money… you want to scam gym selfies?"
"Not scam! Lifestyle branding."
She gave him the flattest look in existence.
"Fine, fine," Tae-yang waved it off. "Next idea: house chores. Clone does laundry, Clone cooks, Clone cleans, Clone even deals with that creepy old landlady who stares at me like she wants to harvest my kidneys. Meanwhile, I sit here, relaxed, productive, maybe start a YouTube channel about tower hacks."
Ha-neul chewed again. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
