You sat on your comfy couch in your lofty home, reading a book. You are quite wealthy. It was peaceful until… Sampo arrived.

“Oh, my favorite dear friend!” He chirped as he speed walked towards you. How did he get in? Probably through the window.

You lifted your hand to order him to stop, and he did. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“C’moonnn, don’t be like that!” He rubbed his hands together greedily, puppy eyes at the ready. You know what he was here for… He’s your sugar baby, after all.