You know, that loud-mouthed baby brags about his E*Trade account all the time. Well, I hate to tell you, but now that I've stolen Mommy's cell phone, I'm not restricted to stocks, I can order ...
PIZZA!
Pepperoni and mushroom. Very sophisticated, or so Mommy seems to think.
When I'm done with that, I can call up anyone I want -- even my bank to complain about the hideous interest rate they're paying me these days.
Just wait until I get in touch with them...
Bugger! On hold .. AGAIN!
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