- No, I think that was acorn business.
I'm going to duck some gullible human being and make him believe in inch fortune with his mouth full.
Besides, it's usually a scam because I'm taking money from it.
But you surprised me, too.
Even if they say you've lost hundreds of millions of units, you don't think they can put you in a concrete bath, do you?
I hope you don't get me wrong, but the fortune teller is not a predictor.
There's no way you can predict stock movements.
Assuming I had real spiritual power, I said, "In a few days this brand will rise to my right shoulder! The image comes to mind?
You're digital compatible, awesome spiritual power.
... Whatever caused this to happen this time was because I had the talent of a con artist.
Word of mouth spread over a very medium rate, and it became known to radio guests for magazine coverage and, at the end of the day, to Golden Time variety shows.
It would be appropriate to say that it was rising.
At first I meant to make just a penny, but as soon as I started earning income that didn't fit my height, my self-control became dull.
In the end, I was swept away by the extra money and fame.
It can be described as a typical pattern in which a successful person falls apart.
I've been eating that kind of manukee, and I've done a great job of joining the manukee.
What is Tokyo Bay swimming in a conch bath at the end of it... well, when it comes to karma, it's not until then.
Predict the stock movement with a forensic fortune. It could be that I just happened to be chosen as the scapegoat to take responsibility for this matter.
If you succeed, you take the money, you seal your mouth, and if you fail, you seal your mouth by pressing your full blame.
It doesn't matter whether it's predictable or not anymore, it may have been a mystery that if I could use it, I'd just finish it and end it.
If I were to divine myself in a tarot right now, I would tell you this.
"The card you pulled is a positively positioned demon. It was decided when I drowned in greed and these people laid eyes on me '.
Well, I think I'm ready for a raw cone to put in a drum can while I'm masturbating.
Both hands and feet are tightly tied together in a tied band, so you can't move.
It's a monkey in my mouth to rely on my only possibility.
Not very much, but there's no way to break this situation.
That's what my death would be inevitable unless there was a fantasy of suddenly waking up to spiritual power or prayer through God.
It's so funny, I'm laughing a little bit when I say this is the time.
Nothing. I didn't go crazy in front of an inescapable death.
Can this stay without laughing?
Paranormal powers are here, and I'm in a situation where I have to rely on them right now.
You want me to try? There's no way I can.
There's no such thing as spiritual power, and this body doesn't even make sense to God.
Unfortunately, I'm just a human being.
Too bad.
Without any strange things happening, my end came as a matter of course.
Just before that, while I was looking back at something like a running lantern, I guess.
... Speaking of which, why did you start being a fortune teller?