Jeremiah :
*EVIL LAUGH* BEHOLD! Would that the heavens had smiled upon me with silver showers and golden Grace. Oh, how do I wish, I, with the burning of a 1000 suns that i were rich. Not merely comfortable nay, but OBSCENELY, OFFENSIVELY, INCREDIBLE rich. LET MY GOBLET OVERFLOW WITH RUBY WINE! Let my bed be stuffed with duck feathers, with PEACOCK feathers, nay dragon feathers. Oh how splendid 'twould be to toss coins at problems till they disappear. To wear boots so fine they shine in the dark. To commission a portrait of myself painted by a blind man for sport. The fates hath decided otherwise for now, yet still i dream, I dream of riches vast enough to build a STAIRCASE to the stars. *EVIL LAUGH* Alas! I remain a humble knave speaking to mine spoon as though it were a scepter, BUT LO, ONE DAY, Mayhap. the GOD who created the heavens SHALL ERR IN MY FAVOR! And I shall AWAKEN UPON A MATTRESS made of money. Giggling like, like a mad king who just bought the sun. *EVIL LAUGH*
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