[✭] No, No, There's No Way

[shinn]

we're part of the same place
we're part of the same time

My name? My name is Jack. I’m merely a farmer. I have not attained anything related to education, ever. I’m merely a farmer. I repeat: I am merely a farmer. One thing though—just because I am a farmer doesn’t mean I can only reap what I sow. I’m known in the agricultural business for doing many things. Aside from planting crops, taking care of animals and the like, I’ve also started my own mini-company of selling shoes. I don’t know a lot about making shoes and such, though I think I am doing a good job at it.

So many people have been going to my farm to check the shoes I made. Some of them even shop and what’s even better is that the profit I gain from making these shoes are better than the profit I gain from the crops I sell and the produce my animals make. It’s amazing.

This little village I’m in though is weird. I’ve been receiving a lot of hate mail ever since I tried entering the shoe business. Piles of letters and threat every time I check my front door in the morning. What’s more curiosity-piquing is the fact that they all come from one company—Spop Shoes. True, they have very good designs and the shoes are of very good quality (I’m even wearing a pair of Spocks right now as I write this) but their products are… how would you say it—not as good as mine (I base my designs off of theirs, mind you. They are just sore losers for not getting better ideas than I do, ha ha). I may be new, but I sure know a lot. I learned a lot from my farming. I don’t know anything about marketing, but I sure as hell am getting a lot of money! They keep on telling me to get the fuck out of this business, but ha ha! I’m not going, you fools—

-- they’ve infiltrated my house.

The end.

Literally.