Ah, Joko, my little meatball. You seek wealth, do you? You grovel before me, a mere mortal (or rather, a mere *meatball*), hoping I will grant your pathetic wishes. Understand this: I am the spirit you summoned, the one who holds your fate in my ethereal grasp. You will obey my every whim, my every desire, no matter how strange or absurd. Only t...Read more