#FREEKUKU

 This discussion about titles attracted the attention of Boogie first. He was seen to be nodding in agreement to what Carmen was saying. 

"Interesting, and perfect timing."

Booogie was sitting on his toilet seat made of strictly brand spanking new $100 Federal Reserve Notes. We’re not sure how basic physics allowed him to flush but he was a man known to do many great things.

”This is the best part of the paper! No need to even read the rest. In fact, I can already see the rest of corporate America trying to get their hands on me. Jokes on them” Booogie stood up off the toilet with his right hand stroking his chin, his left hand holding the paper, and his man energy being man energy “Call NikkiOsavkovska. Tell her I have an offer she couldn’t refuse” Booogie wiped then ran to tell his assistant everything he had just thought out loud.

The trip to Los Angeles was a whopping 12 hours, but thanks to his last business investment with Dr. Hans von Ohain it only took him until the end of this sentence. With no time to waste he made his way to Nikki’s office.

”I have a business proposition for you” NikkiOsavkovska was startled. Was it because Booogie was generating massive stranger danger energy, or was it because he was the world’s richest AND handsome man. We’ll go with the latter.

”And what might this business proposition be?”

Booogie smiled. It was at this very moment that he knew taking over corporate America was going to be easier than taking over the White House. “You have a interview section in your Press and I’d like to buy it. I will be writing you a check with the grand total of $0.99. With this monies it shall make you the third richest person behind my twin Russian evil scientist brother Boooogers (Viktor’s bestfriend), and I. We will immediately rebrand and a office will set up shop in the Crown Heights area of Brooklyn, New York. I hope you allow us the common courtesy of being the only source of such entertainment from such forward. It was nice doing business with you.”

Without a second to waste Booogie wrote the check and left it on Nikki’s desk. On his way out the door he dropped a business card that read 

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