[Oh, that's... that's bad, boss. That's very bad. We are talking... like... bad, smelly pussy bad. Like, the worst kind. If you go ahead with this... if you cash this... you are going to be tied... like, married... to the "Lord of the Milkers." You will be his little milk-money-laundering-bitch. Be careful, boss. So careful.]
Alex didn't want the stupid system to tell him what the hell was happening right now. He didn't need its stupid, gross analogies!
His own brain was already screaming at him! He should have thought this through!
He should have known! He should have caught on the second that weird, discount-store, half-assed ninja guy just... approached him with a giant, free-money cheque! Ninjas don't just give out free money!
Hell, for everything that was holy and good... he should have at least... AT LEAST... just looked at the name! Just once!
He should have looked at the name of the person who was so "dearly" and "generously" giving him the damn cheque!
