Joey instructed Karla to pass out copies of his trading account statement to the AA crowd in order to demonstrate that whatever he claimed was indeed supported by hardcore evidence. The robot immediately descended into the audience and distributed the printed statements.
“Oh my God Joey, you ain’t kid around man!” shrieked the lady with dark skin.
“Holy turd, looks like our Joey has finally found his golden nugget!” the old fart with curly hair yelled.
“If my math is right, this SOB did make twelve grand after all!” shouted the man with a tattooed face.
“Thank you all for your kind words. Honestly speaking, I’m here to offer my help to all of you because as a member of this AA group, I feel indebted to your kindness and want to share my GET WEALTHY secret with this crowd!” the middle-aged salesman bawled.
“Hit it man, we are all ears!” the crowd shouted back in unison.
“Alright folks, as most of you know, my success comes from Karla. She is a technical breakthrough that brings me hope and joy, and every one of you can have your own Karla at home!” Joey took a deep bow at his beloved robot.
“Is there anything that the robot can’t do?” the skinny AA instructor asked.
“How much are we talking about Joey?” questioned the dark-skinned lady.
“Are you going to teach us how to program the robot?” asked the man with a tattooed face.
“Listen up guys, the robot costs thirty grand each and I can definitely help you program it! Just keep one thing in mind, she can’t make babies so don’t treat her like a sex toy, ok! Your robot is your wealth creation machine, plain and simple!” remarked Joey.
The crowd continued with its thunderous cheers and a few excited ones whipped out their checkbooks in a hurry. Joey turned and looked at Karla as she stood close to him in a rigid manner.
“Hey Karla, I think we are onto something potentially lucrative tonight!” snickered the middle-aged salesman.
“I’m happy for you master, very happy for you!” responded the robot.
“I believe the credit is all yours Karla. Without your support, you and I won’t be standing on this stage right now!” Joey replied instantly.
Suddenly, a loud holler from the audience might have signified the overture of a new beginning for the middle-aged salesman.
“Joey, looks like you have four customers tonight!” bellowed the skinny AA instructor.
“Four?” Joey asked.
“Yes, not one or two or three but four, got it?” the dark-skinned lady howled.