Jeremy was trying out his new equipment when Peter called out, "Come on, Jeremy, that’s enough of that. You need to get back to writing, that’s what you came here for."
Jeremy sighed. "OK, whatever." He started writing and began using ChatGPT for some assistance.
Peter frowned. "Why the hell do you use ChatGPT?"
Jeremy shrugged, keeping his focus on the screen. "Because it's part of my writing flow, Peter."
Peter groaned. "But... but... that’s cheating!"
Rose, overhearing the conversation, snapped back. "The fuck it is. Let him write how he writes, Peter. Or I’ll let Lois know what you’re up to."
Peter froze for a moment, then sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine... just don’t involve Lois."
Jeremy slammed his hands on the desk, his face red with frustration. "Dude! You're not helping me, watching me like a fucking adult looking over a child. Stop it."
Peter gulped, visibly taken aback by the sudden outburst. He knew Jeremy was getting angry, but he didn’t realize it was getting this bad. Jeremy, trying to keep his cool, continued to write. His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, his words flowing as he wrote for the next 25 minutes. At $35 per word, he produced 875 words.
After finishing, Jeremy stood up to use the bathroom, hoping the short break would help him cool off. When he returned, however, he found Peter messing with his manuscript.
"What in God's green earth are you doing, Peter?" Jeremy's voice was a mix of disbelief and fury.
Peter, caught in the act, didn't look up. "I’m editing your story, man. It's a drag."
Jeremy’s anger flared. "Fucking get off my fucking computer. You fucking asshole. I quit."
Rose, who had been quietly watching the situation unfold, stood up. "Pack your shit, we're leaving." She turned toward the door.
Lois, sensing the tension, came rushing in. "What’s going on in here?"
Jeremy, seething, pointed at Peter. "He's messing with my work, Lois. I can’t take this shit anymore."
Lois looked between them, then nodded, walking over to where Jeremy was sitting. "Jeremy, calm down. Peter, stop messing with his stuff."
Rose gave Peter a look that said everything. "Yeah, I think it's time to go."
Peter, now realizing the gravity of the situation, muttered an apology. "Alright, alright... I’ll leave it alone."
Jeremy, still fuming, grabbed his things. "You better. I’m done with this shit."
Lois’s face turned red with anger as she pointed toward the kitchen. “PETER, KITCHEN, NOW!”
Peter froze, his eyes widening at the tone in her voice. He reluctantly stood up, heading to the kitchen, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
Lois sighed, looking at Jeremy. "Listen, please don’t leave. I’m sorry for how Peter acted. I’ll talk to him."
Jeremy, still visibly furious, clenched his fists. "That’s the shit that pisses me off. I hate when my work is censored. I hate when people touch my tech without permission. I’ve had this problem before. My uncle used to try to steal my pad, and that shit drove me freaking crazy. Hell, someone even wiped my phone at work once. I don’t put up with it."
Lois looked at him, a concerned expression on her face. "Please, Jeremy. Don’t leave. We can fix this."
Jeremy shook his head, taking a deep breath. "We won’t, but fuck, boy needs a hobby."
Lois sighed and nodded. "I’ll deal with it. Just… please don’t go. This can be worked out."
Jeremy crossed his arms, still upset but willing to give it a chance. "Just make sure it doesn’t happen again."
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Jeremy leaned back in his chair, frustration still visible on his face. "The only reason I started writing is because he told me to stop playing with my new stuff and get to writing. Which is what I came here for. Granted, we’ve only been here for four days."
Lois, who was clearly upset by what had happened, looked at Jeremy with concern. "So, he just said, 'Stop messing with your new stuff and start writing because that’s why you’re here?'"
Jeremy nodded, his voice tight. "Yeah, and he kept watching me like a hawk. It’s like I can’t even breathe without him breathing down my neck."
Lois cursed under her breath. "Dammit. I am so sorry. I should’ve seen it coming."
Jeremy rubbed his eyes, trying to calm down. "I know he hates his job, but honestly, that’s not my problem. I’ve got an idea for a business opportunity you both could do. I can’t do it myself because I’d lose my benefits, but writing royalties are considered non-work payment."
Lois raised an eyebrow. "What kind of business?"
Jeremy didn’t answer, letting the question hang in the air.
Jeremy leaned back, his frustration easing slightly. "Well, before I recommend it, do you like the idea of selling healthy drinks and beverages, with the possibility of getting a free BMW?"
Lois raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Healthy drinks and a free BMW? That sounds interesting. But I’m guessing there’s more to it?"
Jeremy took a breath, trying to explain without overwhelming her. "It's called Limu. When people hear MLM, they automatically think it's a scam, but I’ve tried the products, and they’re actually really healthy. They're expensive, but that's because of the supernutrient in the beverage."
Lois looked curious. "A supernutrient? What’s it called?"
"Fucoidan," Jeremy said. "The product I’m talking about is called Limu. There are five different products in the line: Limu Original, Limu Blue Frog, BlueFrog 2, Lean, and Lean Burn."
Lois raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh my. That's interesting. So, it's an MLM, meaning you can sell starter kits to your friends?"
Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, exactly. Actually, since Peter seems to have the money for all those Peter-copters, the Peterigible, and everything else, he could probably afford the $999 higher-end starter kit."28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsWSaXyfiI
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Lois frowned, clearly bothered. "He bought that with tax refunds that should have gone to the family."
Jeremy nodded thoughtfully. "Well, if he's good at it, he could get Quagmire, Joe, and Cleveland all selling it too. You could even encourage Bonnie to help Joe sell the product."
Lois raised an eyebrow. "I’m not sure about all that."
Jeremy waved a hand dismissively. "Now, don’t be put off by the seaweed. That’s where the fucoidan comes from. The seaweed is Tongan limu mui, known for its health and longevity effects. It’s even been known to help reverse Alzheimer’s."28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiUdxFxRxzK
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Lois nodded, her expression softening. "I’m going to have a word with him about this. Thank you for not leaving. I am so sorry."
Jeremy shrugged, his voice calm but firm. "Nah, dude just needs to know. As a blind person, I can't have people messing with my stuff, and messing with someone's work is a declaration of war. Especially when you're an author."
Rose smiled sheepishly, speaking up. "I’m willing to forgive him too... I guess."
Jeremy raised an eyebrow, cautioning her. "Don't lean too hard on him. Granted, he disobeyed you, but his heart was in the right place."
Lois sighed, nodding. "Yeah, you're right."
They walked into the kitchen, Jeremy and Rose with smiles on their faces. Lois turned to Peter, her expression stern. "Peter, what you did was terrible. I told you not to be a writing coach for Jeremy, and you did it anyway. You also angered him by messing with his work. That’s a professional no-no. And Jeremy’s leery about other people using his tech without permission because his uncle used to steal his iPad."
Peter’s face fell, and he stammered, "Oh my God, Jeremy, I am so sorry. I... I had no idea."
Jeremy crossed his arms but kept his voice steady. "Peter, I’m not going to leave this time. Besides, we’ve paid up until November 15th. But dude, that was a no-no. You should have waited until I said, 'Go ahead and give it a read.' Then you could’ve said, 'Jeremy, this is not my thing,' and I would’ve said, 'Okay, thank you for your input.' Would I have changed it? No, because in the end, it’s my story."
Peter nodded, looking sheepish. "Fair enough."
"Now, Peter," Jeremy said, his tone firm but calm, "Lois, Rose, and I have been talking. You need a hobby. We know you can't stand working at the brewery—people there make fun of you, and it’s eating away at you. The only solution is to become your own boss. What I’m proposing isn’t something that’ll make you rich overnight like some of your other schemes, but you’ll definitely be better off financially."
Peter looked a little skeptical, but Jeremy wasn’t finished.
"And besides, dude, you could sell off one of your Petercopters," Jeremy continued, "and that would go a long way to helping the family."
Peter’s eyes widened. "You know what? You’re absolutely right. I don’t need two Petercopters, a Peterigible, and a Peterblimp. I should keep one and sell the others."
Jeremy nodded, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Exactly. With that, you two could buy the larger starter set and sell the Limu products."
Peter perked up, clearly intrigued. "Oh! Nice. I could get behind that."
Jeremy turned to Lois. "Lois, you could handle the online and social media side, while Peter could be the everyman who gets his friends to sign up under him. You’d both make a solid team."
Peter had successfully sold the Peterigible to some of his extended family, whom he met during the infamous sperm bank episode. He kept the larger of his Petercopters, a modified military variant that he was particularly fond of. Now, with some extra cash, he turned to Jeremy for guidance.
"Jeremy, can you help me order the Limu starter kit? I don't want to get the wrong thing," Peter asked, pulling out his phone.
Jeremy glanced at Peter's phone screen. "Sure, let me help you with that. You’ll want the larger starter kit to start with, and if you can swing it, get some extras to give yourself a better shot at selling more."
Peter checked his balance. "Oh, sweet. I’ve got $40,000 to work with."
Jeremy smiled. "Well, why don’t you get both starter kits? That way you’ve got more to sell."
Peter nodded. "That’s not a bad idea. And I’ll get some extra bottles of Blue Frog for ourselves too."
"Yeah, exactly," Jeremy agreed. "Stock up now and be ready for the sales."
Peter immediately placed the order, and it would arrive in three days.
Peter stood in the living room, grinning ear to ear. "Lois, I ordered it! It’ll be here in three days."
"Good," Lois replied, nodding in approval. "Did you order a little extra?"
"Yeah, I got both starter packs, so we’ll have more to sell, plus a little extra of everything. We’ve got $40,000 in our account now," Peter said, still checking his phone.
"Wow, that much from selling those old vehicles?" Lois exclaimed. "That’s good, Peter. I’m impressed."
Jeremy, who’d been sitting off to the side, smiled. "Hey, guys, I have an idea. There’s a retro computer festival coming to Quahog in three weeks. What do you say we check it out?"
Lois’s eyes lit up. "Oh, that sounds fun! I’m in."
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Jeremy sat on the couch, eyes glued to the screen as he watched the live stream of the American court case between Nintendo and Pocket Pear. The courtroom drama unfolded in front of him, and he was fully invested in it.
Peter walked in and glanced at the screen. "Whatcha watchin', Jeremy?"
"I'm watching this court case—Nintendo vs. Pocket Pear," Jeremy replied, eyes still on the screen. "It’s Pokémon vs. Pal World."
Lois walked in from the kitchen, overhearing. "What's the lawsuit about?"
"Copyright infringement over throwing a ball to catch a creature," Jeremy explained, shaking his head.
Lois raised an eyebrow. "What? That's so stupid," she laughed, not believing it.
Jeremy’s expression turned serious. "I know, but if Nintendo wins, I’m selling my Switch and games. I’ll never buy a Nintendo product again. This is bullying, and not only that, it’s monopolizing."
Peter furrowed his brow. "Man, that sounds intense. But if it’s really about something that petty, yeah, I’d be pissed too."
Jeremy leaned back on the couch, his frustration growing as he watched the courtroom drama unfold.
“That’s like me suing my friend David for using the same cane-swinging technique,” Jeremy said, shaking his head. “I’d be claiming that I have a patent for the way I swing my cane. It’s... it’s stupid for stupidity’s sake.”
Lois raised an eyebrow, taking in his words.
“If Nintendo wins this case,” Jeremy continued, clenching his fists in frustration, “that’ll be the last straw for me. I am so sick and tired of them shutting down fan projects, all because they think it’ll dilute the sales of their games. They’re the only ones who do this—Sony does it some, but only when it could put their games in a negative light. Microsoft, Bethesda, Sega—they don’t care about that. But Nintendo? They do it every chance they get.”
Peter scratched his head. “Man, sounds like they’re really controlling.”
Jeremy nodded. "Exactly. And it’s not just the lawsuit—it's the way they treat the community. This case, it's just a symptom of a bigger problem."
Jeremy shook his head in disbelief, still glued to the courtroom drama on the screen.
“The U.S. government has said that emulators are legal as long as you have a legit copy of the game,” Jeremy explained, his tone growing more impassioned. “But Nintendo has gone and shut down Citra, a 3DS emulator, and Yuzu, a Nintendo Switch emulator. It’s ridiculous.”
Lois gasped. “What? Oh my God, they’ve gotten too big for their britches!”
Chris, who had been listening intently, furrowed his brow. “But... isn’t emulating illegal? Shouldn’t it be?”
Jeremy shot him a look, his frustration clear. “No, it shouldn’t be. We have the right to emulate games, not just to play them on new platforms, but to preserve gaming history. There are games out there that are considered 'lost media,' that are no longer available to the public or playable on modern hardware. Emulation helps save those games from being lost to time.”
Chris blinked, the realization dawning on him. “Oh my God! I never thought about that...”
Jeremy leaned back, crossing his arms. “And the police aren’t just going to start arresting people for emulating. Hell, I saw Joe Swanson the other day, sitting in his yard playing Tomodachi Life on his laptop using a 3DS emulator.”
Lois raised an eyebrow. “Wait, Joe’s doing that?”
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Lois raised an eyebrow. “That’s interesting. I wouldn’t think Joe would do that. I figured…”
Jeremy cut her off. “Nope. Unless they have suspicion of you doing something else, they can’t go after you for emulation. Even if it is a grey area.”
He paused, then added, “And I understand why Joe plays Tomodachi Life on the 3DS emulator.”
Lois looked at him, curious. “You do?”
Jeremy nodded a slight smile on his face. “Go ahead, Lois, ask Gemini to give you a cost for the Tomodachi Life 3DS cartridge.”
Lois frowned and picked up her phone. A few moments later, she looked up in shock. “$200?! That’s stupid!”
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All of a sudden, Jeremy heard the announcement: “This court finds in favor of the defendant, Pocket Pear, for wasting our court’s time. We sentence Nintendo to pay Pocket Pear 200 million yen. That is all.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened. “YES! NINTENDO LOST AND HAS TO PAY TEN TIMES WHAT THEY WANTED POCKET PEAR TO PAY IN THE JAPANESE LAWSUIT!”
Rose, who had been watching quietly, smiled. “That’s good.”
The judge cleared his throat before continuing, “And the Pokémon Company must pay 50 million yen as well.”
The courtroom fell silent as the news sank in. Gunpei Yokoy, along with the entire Nintendo and Pokémon legal team, sat with their heads bent in shame, not returning with the win they’d hoped for.
One of the newscasters, braving the tense atmosphere, approached Shigeru Miyamoto as he exited the courtroom. “Sir, are you going to appeal this?”
Shigeru paused, his face a mixture of disappointment and resolve. “No, our fanbase is angry with us,” he said quietly, and with that, he turned and walked away.28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLA7QpDZsv6
As they arrived in America, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Fans lined the streets, their anger palpable. “When we arrived, we were spat on by fans. People threw their copies of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet at us, their rage boiling over,” Shigeru Miyamoto recalled, his voice tinged with frustration. “One person even threw their Switch 2, and it hit our bodyguard in the face.”
The memories of what happened next were still fresh. “And we had seen the same thing when we entered the airport in Tokyo,” he added, shaking his head, as if the violence of it all still stung. “The fanbase, once so loyal, now filled with nothing but anger.”
Lois shook her head, her expression serious. “My God, just because they were mad, they shouldn’t have spat on them. That’s just not clean. Throwing their copies of Scarlet and Violet at them, and their Switch 2? That’s just…” she trailed off, clearly disgusted.
Jeremy sighed, looking out the window thoughtfully. “It’s like what happened with Milli Vanilli. When they were exposed as frauds, their albums were destroyed with a steamroller.” He shook his head, reflecting on the fickle nature of fandom. “Fans can be so unforgiving. One minute you’re on top of the world, the next, they’re tearing you down.”
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