Ten thousand dollars a day into your bank account, all taxes paid and nobody cares about the source, BUT THERE'S A CATCH!

Every day, at a random time during the day, you FART.

I don't mean a little toot-toot; I mean a twelve-second-long, 90-decibel BIG GAHDAMN PRIZEWINNER OF AN ASSHOLE BLAST that gasses out the whole damn room.

There ain't no denying it; everyone knows you turned the room into gahdamn Auschwitz AND THEY FUCKING HATE YOU.

It's a dry fart; your pants and underpants are safe. BUT IT STINKS WORSE THAN A DUA LIPA CONCERT.

Do you take the deal? I'll go first...FUCK YEAH get paid to do what I've been doing for free for years?
 
Absolute peanuts. Quence wouldn’t get out of bed for anything less than 500k per day.
You do realize that getting out of bed is optional for this one, right?
 
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