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*Hey Daddy-Bear, have you seen my shoes?*

The Good Lady wandered into the room looking like one of those poor children you see in Bulgaria that you throw grapes at.

I swaggered back in my armchair and gave her a dangerously sexy smile. 

To her credit, or perhaps her ever-advancing years, she didn't fall immediately pregnant.

*Daddy-Bear, shoes? You seen them?*

She was now towering above me, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were wearing a tinfoil dress and standing at the end of a catwalk back in '86.

*Shoes. Pfft.*

I made my trademarked *flubblybubbly* noise through my incredible lips and winked up at her.

*Right, what's going on? Where're my shoes?*

The Good Lady pursed her lips tighter than a diving seal's nostrils. *<sub>Not a euphemism, I might add. Although it would be quite a good one. Hell, maybe it is!</sub>*

Loosely I raised my phone in one hand and waggled the screen at her. On it was Blockfolio, open at the Hive Price page. The numbers *788* wobbled incredulously on the screen.

*See that, baby girl? That's Hive, you hear? Hive is going to the moon baby! It's finally happening, we don't need to worry about anything anymore.*

I chuckled and wobbled my COVID belly. It rippled back and forth and I smirked at it. Don't you worry, big wobbly belly of mine. When Hive hits 10 dollars I will pay someone to download into my head and work it off in the space of two weeks. Hell. I might even tip them a few extra bucks to jerk me off. With my own hand. Sure, the very idea was odd but that's what being super-rich is all about.

*Right, never mind your Hive bollocks. Where're my shoes?*

She seemed angry. 

*I threw them in the bin. Don't worry though. Now that Hive is mooning you have no need for such tatty shoes. I shall buy you Persian Kittens dipped in molten gold to wear upon your feet!*

*Oh for god sake. Here we go again with the "when Hive is pumping" nonsense.*

The Good Lady sighed and paced into the kitchen with her non-shoed feet. 

*Hey. What the hell? Where is all the food? And the milk? The Fridge is empty?*

The Good Lady yelled belligerently from the Kitchen.

I chortled as if shitting in a Nunnery.

*Food?! Milk?! I threw it out!!*

I stood majestically and gestured grandly at imaginary riches around me.

*We have no need for food now that Hive is mooning. Oh no. Food is for losers. From now on baby we will feast on Nectar and Myrrh!*

My mouth salivated at the godly delights of what was to enter my mouth.

The Good Lady popped her head out of the Kitchen. Her face, a weary thing sagging with exasperation. 

*Myrrh? What the fuck actually is Myrrh?*

She asked.

I lol'd un-ironically. 

*Nobody knows what Myrrh really is baby! But we will, soon we won't be able to move for the fucking stuff! And the nectar. Don't forget the nectar!*

I smacked my lips in anticipation of all the Myrrh and shit that the rich eat. 

*Oh god. You are impossible when you are like this.*

The Good Lady strode back into the room and folded her arms.

*Now now, Lady of mine. You had better watch your step now that Hive is mooning. Lest I replace you with a harem of Nubians ever ready to suckle at my majestic teats.*

I closed my eyes in ecstasy, I could already hear them, clamouring for my milk.

*And when exactly is all this going to happen?*

The Good Lady's voice rudely interrupted my imaginings.

*Just a couple more hundred satoshis, baby. Then, we can forget this squalor that we live in. I will but us a house composed entirely of still moo-ing wagyu beef!! We will be as gods!!*

*Oooo. ok then. Can I get my hair done at that fancy hairdresser in town?*

The Good Lady seemed to be getting on board the Hive train.

I tittered.

*Of course you can. Fuck it. Phone them and make an appointment right now. And tell them to get some Myrrh in. Plenty of Myrrh!!!*

I sat back down and looked at Blockfolio again.

Not long now.