My twin brother Joe has been trying to convince me to go into business with him. We were chatting about it and I had to walk away from my computer for a while. He continued messaging me while I was gone and this is what I returned to find:
> that’s why you want to do business with me josh
> the people will love us
> we may inadvertently end up running a small country
> and not even know it
> we’ll just check our tax status and find out we are exempt due to the religious following we have acquired
> kittens will follow us through the streets and hobos will pour a bit of their 40’s out for us around their flaming trash barrels
> children will find our faces in the stars at night
> and migrant laborers will sing songs of our exploits in their native tongues as they pick strawberries
> drinks will be named after us
> as will aircraft carriers
> birds will practice new songs to sing as we walk by
> and squirrels will bring us their stores of nuts and leave them at our doorstep
> can you not see that you need to go into business with me?
> can you not see that we will rock the world?
> “the Penrod twins are tall and thin. I caught a glimpse of them the other day. I wept as they passed and tipped my glass and sang please, please don’t walk away!”
> that was an Irish drinking song that will be written about us
> are you unconscious? Sometimes that happens if I don’t keep my skills on “low”
> sorry about that
> when you wake up you will feel rested and have a pleasant taste in your mouth.
> That is also a side effect of my sales pitch
> it will pass in a few minutes (as much as you might hope it won’t)