If he walked into Rick's pawn shop who would come out

He has a personal net worth of like 300 million versus those guys.

>>84408155
Yeah I hear you buddy but 50 dollars is the best I can do. I'm running a business here and honestly I wish I could help you out but I got my bottomline.

The toupee salesman.

>>84409330
It's not a business, it's a hobby. Here's the best offer I cab make. We take a private jet to my Etruscan villa, as you admire my art collection and human furniture I will venture into my wine cellar and fetch the finest bottle of champagne I own, a 1944 vintage made from the distilled tears of Europe's wailing Jews. Then we fly back to the Nevada desert and torch your little trinket shop, as we pop the cork and watch it all burn to ashes like the orphans whose sadness we will gingerly imbibe.

>>84408103
That depends. Does Rick get to call a guy?

I miss sharkposting.

>>84409330
I'm in, and for that reason I'm out.

He seems like he only does the show for laughs
and it btfo fake nice pretending like they care people like herjavec

>>84408103

There would be no deal made. Anyone who sells anything at that pawn shop is a fool. You're better off going to an auction or selling it on ebay if it has any value at all.

He wouldn't be so dumb as to pawn anything.

D-DAMNIT MORTY I I I I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THE DOOR

>>84408103
“I’m Kevin O'Leary, and this is Shark Tank. I work here with my old man Robert and my son, Uber Dickhead. Everyone comes in here with a story and a price. One thing I’ve learned after 61 years – you never know WHO you are gonna offer 85% royalites in perpetuity with a 15% interest line of credit next.”

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>>84409718
Have you ever drank a glass of black rhinoceros blood? Of course not, I was just being colloquial to start this story with an anecdote.
The first time I had a glass I was in South Africa, taking a celebratory drink in Johannesburg after completing a successful hunt.
You see, in South Africa they don't hunt lion, or elephant. We hunted a more dangerous game: the kaffir, or black man. I finally had a
7 year old boy cornered in an Oingo Bongo merchandise warehouse when the thoughts passed through my mind: Should I pull the trigger?
Can I ever come back to who I was before this moment? I pulled the trigger, made my first 100 million dollars. Mr. Johnson, this is
something you need to ask yourself: can I pull the trigger on this deal and make the right choice? 10% funding for 85% ownership and
prima nocte rights to your daughters.

>>84409330
Kek

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Have you ever worn a pair of orca-hide boots? I once took a cruise through the southern ocean, just off the coast of the Comandante Ferraz Station. While gazing upon the glistening icebergs on that warm February morning, I spotted a colossal orca with her newborn calf, not one mile from our vessel. Upon further inspection, I saw the mother had recently been injured. Blood gushed from it's dorsal ridge. Possibly a scuffle with a competing whale. Regardless, I took advantage of the situation and swiftly used a harpoon to put the beast out of it's misery. I couldn't bare to allow the calf to wander endlessly looking for its mother after she gracefully drifted to the seabed. As a result, I impaled the poor thing in the skull, ensuring a quick death. I felt it pointless to allow the bottom feeders a heydey with the corpse. We hauled the lifeless carcass on board where we promptly divvied up the remains. I took it upon myself to claim the majestic hide as my trophy. This soon was crafted into the most comfortable boots I've ever owned. This company you're proposing is like that mother orca, needing to be put out of it's misery and I don't see me making a return on this investment, there's no calf in sight. I'll never get those orca-hide boots, and for that reason, I'm out.