Karl drummed his fingers against the table, his cigarette slowly burning down in the ashtray. "Alright, what about duration? How does that work with the cost?"
Chillie Jean didn't even hesitate. She threw up a peace sign and smirked.
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"Ain't no countdown, ain't no clock,
Start and stop—that's how we rock!
You flip the switch, you call the shot,
No wasted points, just what you got!"
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Karl exhaled through his nose. "Yeah, yeah, I already know it's one point per minute. But I don't want to burn through my points just because I got distracted or something. So, what happens if I forget to turn it off?"
Chillie Jean smirked, spinning in place.
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"Then, my guy, that's on you,
Points keep burnin', straight on through.
So keep track, don't let it slide,
Or watch your balance take a dive!"
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Karl sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great. So if I activate a High Uncommon Change for 100 points, and I forget to stop it, it'll just keep eating my points one per minute until I run out?"
Chillie Jean winked, finger-gunning at him. "Bingo! And when you hit zero? Boom—change disappears like it never happened. No refunds, no do-overs. You either play smart, or you play broke."
Karl clicked his tongue. "Figures. So I have to manually shut it off, but if I don't, I'll bleed points non-stop. No safety net, no auto-off. Just pure uncommon responsibility."
Chillie Jean nodded sagely. "Now you really gettin' it, boss."
Karl checked his Uncommon Points again—120. Not exactly a fortune.
He exhaled, flicking ash from his cigarette. "Alright… time to test this properly."
Karl was about to take another drag from his cigarette when Chillie Jean suddenly leaned in closer on the screen, smirking mischievously.
"Alright, alright, you wanna test it properly?" she teased, tilting her head. "Then how 'bout you test the MILF you love?"
Karl choked mid-inhale, coughing violently. "Wha—the hell did you just say?!"
Chillie Jean burst into laughter, spinning in place like she just won a bet.
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"Ohhh, Karl, don't even front,
You know exactly what you want!
A little tweak, a lil' twist,
Make that hot momma notice this!"
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Karl smacked his forehead. "You—You went through my files again, didn't you?!"
Chillie Jean grinned like a cat that just stole a whole fish. "Pfft, nah, boss. You broadcast it all by yourself. And that one lady? Ohhh, Karl, I ain't blind."
Karl groaned. "You are literally a glorified search bar, not some damn dating consultant!"
Chillie Jean crossed her arms, still grinning. "C'mon, c'mon, boss. Why waste time? Just admit it. You got someone in mind, yeah?"
Karl exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. This damn assistant…
He flicked away his cigarette and grumbled, "Even if I did, that doesn't mean I'm gonna use my points on something that stupid."
Chillie Jean smirked, tapping her chin.
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"Ohh, but what if she's the one to test?
A tiny change, just manifest!
Make her see what's deep inside,
Give that heart a little guide!"
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Karl shook his head. "Not happening."
Chillie Jean fake-gasped. "Damn, Karl. You scared? What's the worst that happens? She smiles at you? Calls you handsome? Maybe gets a little too flustered when she's around you?"
Karl rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna waste points just to play out some cheap fantasy. Get your head outta the gutter."
Chillie Jean snorted. "Oh, I ain't the one with MILF files in my trash folder."
Karl flinched. "I SWEAR TO—"
Chillie Jean spun away, cackling. "Alright, alright, I'll stop, I'll stop! For now."
Karl sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really needed to put restrictions on this damn assistant.