Nah, that’s free like the bag fries from Five Guys. That’s actually shit I love; little psychological tricks that manifest wealth for no reason besides [human condition]. Like, people disproportionately overvalue the free fries they throw in the bag, because they’re the fries they didn’t have to give you. That’s why my dick is ALWAYS whipped out between the hours of nine to five, and then during the night, I moonlight as a prostitute. I’m not good at it, but I really enjoy embarrassing myself in a slip on that corner.