"A home gym system we're going to sell right out of your island's harbor!"

... Crap. I bit my tongue. No, that wasn't it... The truth of the matter is, I'm not confident enough in my Pink Trigger yet. At this point, I'm essentially giving up. "It's a home gym system we're going to sell right out of your island's harbor!" With this stunning announcement, I produced a series of pamphlets, along with some lame shake-weights.

Krauss had to keep on the same confident expression. Nothing would make him change it, short of ****, and that wasn't happening for another eight hours or so.

Natsuhi, on the other hand, wore an expression so impatient that it hurt my loving heart somewhat. Of course, this had made her hate me, but it had made her hate Krauss just as much. He'd been drawn into another terrible investment by an untrustworthy investor (me) and worse, he'd thought it such a sure-fire deal, he'd brought me in during the conference to show it off. Forcefully, she reached out and slammed the trunk on my hand.

Aieee! Pain! I hadn't expected to encounter that in this route!

I drew back my hand as fast as I can, while Krauss reacted with outrage. "Natsuhi, apologize to our guest! Think about how beneficial it would be to have a home gym here on the island! I could practice my boxing and get back into sparring shape! It wouldn't hurt you to keep in shape at your age either you knooow!" he complained, opening back up the case again as if forcing her to look at what a great idea it was.

"Fools... Fools! Who is going to come to an island to buy gym equipment?!" Natsuhi complained, standing up to her feet right now with clear outrage. "Are they going to load it all on their boat and head back to the mainland?! Are you even trying any more?!" she questioned Krauss, seeming tempted to show him her own boxing techniques. Instead, she reached over and grabbed a broom, wielding it as though it were a long naginata used by a veteran samurai. "I want you out! Take your briefcase with you!"

"M-Mister Player! Please, wait in one of the guest rooms! I'll calm her!" Krauss reassured me... or tried to, anyway. He wasn't very reassuring, getting hit on his combover with a broom like that.

Lord! I hadn't been killed, but I kind of wished that I had!