[Facts are often jokes - you've unlocked the secret of comedy. Charlie smiles with a quiet chuckle, one hand going to his hip as he listens. This is going somewhere, and he's ready for a suggestion as mundane or absurd as this guy is.
He was not ready to be told to strip.
Charlie's eyes widen, incredulous, and the laugh he spits this time is loud.] You want me to get customers or not!? Me? Without a shirt? No one's comin' over here to see me like that!
[This is spirited complaining, not actual dismay. In fact, Charlie's last few words lose their faux vitriol as he gestures wildly at himself and then to this man.]
You. You though. [Another point to the man, and he nods to himself.] You got a good game idea... let's make sure people play it. Take your shirt off and gimme that pen.
We can split the profits. [You may not have sold Charlie on doing his own work, but you did convince him that this scheme is an excellent and lucrative idea!]
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He was not ready to be told to strip.
Charlie's eyes widen, incredulous, and the laugh he spits this time is loud.] You want me to get customers or not!? Me? Without a shirt? No one's comin' over here to see me like that!
[This is spirited complaining, not actual dismay. In fact, Charlie's last few words lose their faux vitriol as he gestures wildly at himself and then to this man.]
You. You though. [Another point to the man, and he nods to himself.] You got a good game idea... let's make sure people play it. Take your shirt off and gimme that pen.
We can split the profits. [You may not have sold Charlie on doing his own work, but you did convince him that this scheme is an excellent and lucrative idea!]