[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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Day 259: Following considerable discourse with two tellers and a commendably patient financier at the local banking establishment, it appears that no amount of rationale and otherwise well-reasoned attempts at persuasion will allow a thirteen-year-old to secure a loan without significant collateral or a legal adult as surety. Alas, it seems their definition of age extends to the physical number of years lived, and not merely chronological number of years passed between date of birth and present day. How unfortunate; it appears my aspirations to become a venture capital investor will be regrettably cut short on account of a technicality of relativity.
...Barring the inception of any fast but inelegant get-rich-quick schemes, naturally.
On a slightly related note, any and all parties interested in engaging in the pursuit of the knowledge of bike-riding are advised to inquire within. To my knowledge, there is at least one path through the gardens that maintains a perpetual weather-resistant force field, within which a greenhouse effect is achieved; theoretically, that would be the most suitable option for a place of rendezvous, as learning to ride will be considerably easier in an environment devoid of snow and ice.
[Private to Mindy | Unhackable]
You have, I presume, returned to your usual state of
Are you okay?
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[OOC: And thus Rudy dons a tuxedo and proceeds to sell Attack Jelly™ to the ma--wait, no, that's a different Kormanverse book. Where's Artie Geller when you need him?]