I am cooking up XYZ.
XYZ is one of the most delicious dish in the world, if not yet the most delicious.
Everyone who has tried it is hooked.
We used all the secret recipes and ingredients the world and humanity has to offer.
But there is ferocious competition, especially those with might and money.
It is what it is. There seems no stopping it. They cannot stop. So we cannot stop.
There are many comments, truths, untruths, unknowns, and willful avoidance to scrutinise how we got here, our supply chains, our ingredients, our recipes, and cooking methods, our plating, our pricing, and especially our self-righteous promotion. It is complicated.
(Wink wink, everyone has dirty secrets, we all know how the top gigs out there got to where they are).
But it is so d*** scrumptious, it will hold the world enthralled for years to come. Money will flow all over the world to have a piece of this.
(Wink wink again, who cares if it is loaded with voodoo unfit for consumption or our chefs with no qualms dirtying their hands to rip off what is not ours to take from everyone’s cupboards and pantries… No one needs to know, and if we do, we will load all our menu items with the magic spices, you will not discern fantasy or reality, just that it gives you the meal of your life [or the fear of not having it before the end of days…]…).
So trust me. Do not trust them. We have designed shiny halos on our heads. We have seen or have come from the other joints, trust us, we are the best. And we are good and fair to everyone (especially to our fellow country folks, you first of course). Not that other joint across the street (they have no morals) or those on the other neighbourhood (how can you trust them, they look strange and speak peculiar words, they may be poisoning us with another kind of yumminess…).
And when in doubt, we will save you from hunger. Remember, your house is emptied and unstocked. Your cooking sucks after a few generations of not cooking. You do not need food there anyway. You buy it from us. Or if you cannot, someday, we will be forced to offer leftovers (in Oobee currencies, UBIs). Everyone gets to partake in the spoils. Especially if you are from this side of town founded by a merigo dude from that italian bistro.
Everyone wins.
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We are building the fastest and best car in the world.
But we tell you (and look dashingly handsome and goooood) ahead that this is scary.
Well, we all know there are no brakes.
Everyone who is anyone who is trying to build these cars do not do brakes
Unless, they stop trying to make the best cars with no brakes or we all agree to put on brakes to make sure we all enjoy this ride without killing ourselves…
Why should we put on brakes?
They are hypocrites. We are not. We at least warned you. We are safe (from blame).
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