CRUMBGRABBER
I steal crumbs.
Crumbs.
Also I maintain a secret cache of documents underneath the Alaskan tundra with the help of a diesel generator, some very large goggles and a years supply of smoked frozen herring.
“And in his business expense reports, as prescribed by law, was the leasing of and proper payments for intellectual property and patent leasing, which went through the proper banks of Murkwood and other financial centers, unfortunately leaving 0 taxable income.”
But Lord Sauron has been 100 percent transparent, you can trust him.
They make the world go round.
We use AI to create a biomass of 168 billion tons of insects and then have all the governments pay us to keep them away.
The truth we need, right when we need it.
We scrape the entire internet for any instance of people referring to a “game changer”, turn it into an NFT that can only be purchased with raw crude oil.
Having to constantly find new hiding places for the blood chalice, and keeping up with all the latest scanning methods so you can develop countermeasures. Your secret is never truly safe.
She’s rested. Tanned. Feeling fresh. Like a mountain stream.
The only economic system that works is sending me all your money via western union so I can keep it safe for you.
