"Why don't you help your poor Lexi buy me a watch next time."
"If I am not wrong, she was supposed to pay today."
The live stream chat literally crashed for a solid five seconds, as the servers entirely failed to process the sheer, impossible magnitude of the disrespect, before exploding into an unstoppable blur of capital letters.
[BrokeAndCrying: A KITCHEN TIMER?! HE JUST CALLED A $200,000 PATEK A KITCHEN TIMER!]
[WallStreetWolf: BRO IS NOT HUMAN! HE IS A LITERAL GOD OF WEALTH!]
[Kneeling4Alpha: I AM BOWING TO MY MONITOR RIGHT NOW! ABSOLUTE PEAK ALPHA!]
Rick completely ignored the chaotic digital worship, as he stood up, grabbing Lexi by the waist, "Let's get out of here, critic, before the crowd gets too annoying."
But just as Rick turned to guide Lexi back toward the crowded main concourse, a sharp, mechanical chime violently echoed directly inside his skull, completely halting his footsteps.
[Ding! Enemy Intent Detected: Path of the Arrogant Young Master!]
