>I'm willing to offer you whatever you want on the condition that you say my name and make eye contact with me for 6 seconds
>>70365535
No deal
I want to hear what Cubes has to offer first.
>mfw some dude got a deal but turned it down because he didn't like the bald guy
I don't get why people don't like kevin. He's the nicest shark by far, but knows that he has a character to play.
I feel like you've got the best chance of getting absolutely filthy rich if you sign up with him.
>>70365616
I'll take a generous 100% share for the money I have in my shoe.
>>70365660
>>70367539
Did anyone else just want to give Kevin a hug after the guy turned down his deal? He actually looked personally upset.
>I’m going to cut in right now Mr. Wilson, because someone needs to stop this charade you’re calling a pitch. When I was a mere boy my mother came home from one of her many business trips to South Africa. Only this time she had brought with her a gift – an antique, in a sense. “It” was an ancient looking African man she referred to as Po’mamba. He stayed with us for many weeks, keeping me awake at night with strange chanting. I became so frustrated by the never ending stream of nonsensical noise my angry tears began to stain the front of my child-fitted Armani suits. On the fourth week, I came home from school early on account of Butch Charleston ruining my favorite handkerchief at recess. But the noises I heard from my manor were different that day. Peeking in the nearest window, I saw my mother surrounded by dark shapes, Po’mamba’s back against the glass. His chanting drowned out the sounds of my mother as I watched the surging black mass with confusion – until I realized it was a group of men. African men, slamming their cocks into my mother’s every orifice as she begged for more through two throbbing members occupying her mouth. All noise suddenly stopped. Po’mamba stepped forward, ripping off the tattered cloth that covered his crotch. An implausibly large penis flopped down between his legs which he guided into my mother’s bruised womanhood. The other gentlemen continued the chants. After what seemed like hours, Po’mamba released his load which oozed out through the small pockets of empty space between her flesh folds and his cock. A small speck of his thick semen fell from his glands as he exited, landing on the living room’s priceless Isfahan carpet. My day was perfect before your appearance here Mr. Wilson. I had breakfast with Buffet and Trump. I even made sweet love to Barbara on Lincoln’s original bed earlier. Your deal is the nigger semen stain on my priceless rug of a day. And for that reason, I’m out.
>>70367719
>being turned down in that matter
>of a poo in loo of all fucking people
considering kevin is half-arab I take I guess it was a ethnical thing
>>70367812
>>70367812
What in the flying fuck?
>>70367812
more of these wew lad
This show is pretty overatted honestly. The Kevin character everyone talks about is pretty based "Want to know why you wear those ties? Your pigs" but other then that and the idiotic ideas its not that interesting. Plus it doesn't even make sense sometimes, they all laugh at people who bring them ideas with no market, yet they buy into a ladies elephant dropper idea with barely any even manufactured? Made no fucking sense to me
>>70367812
>angry tears began to stain the front of my child-fitted armani suits
oh for fucks sake
>>70367812
>>70367812
where are these found for the love of god
>>70368235
the land of imagination, anon
