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“You think you’re an expert, Bennett? You’re not an expert! The only thing you’re an expert in is stealing other people’s business concepts and buns.” My shouts annoy Pinot, and he jumps off my lap, settling into the far corner of the couch.
“No! They’re running commercials now? Boo!” I yell at the screen. I’m tempted to throw my pizza at the TV, but ZodiaCupid isn’t worth giving up even one slice.
Bingo. The name at the top reads B.O.B. Bob? Or…Bennett O’Brien? Apparently I’m a drunk algorithm wizard. I was able to figure out how to beat their system with a bottle of wine in me.
