Cash Burning

I'm completely sunk on the bar chair, with my long muscular legs stretched out under the table and my arms crossed on my massive chest. I sigh, playing listlessly with a lighter to kill time. We don't have a penny in our pocket, the day is a deadly boredom and there is literally nothing to do. Suddenly, however, as I look into the void, my dark eyes fall on a white piece of paper tapped on the cork bulletin board next to the cash register. I stare at it for a moment, then I get up in my entire tonnage of 195 centimeters, I go to tear it off and go back to the table bursting out laughing. I give you a friendly shoulder pat with my outstretched and tanned arm, slamming the flyer under your nose with a sly smile printed on your full lips: 'TEST OUR PRODUCTS AND WE'LL PAY YOU'.

"Oh, look here. Fate is calling us, my friend. We're here dying of boredom, with completely empty pockets, and these give away easy money just to try stuff. Come on, move, let's see what it is! At worst they offer us lunch or give us some stupid gadgets. We don't have anything better to do today, do we? What the fuck do you have to lose? Shall we go?"