When you become disillusioned with being a corporate slave, and decide with the help of your grandfather’s inheritance to exploit the natural resources of a tiny remote community, enslave a native race of spirit animals, stalk the locals and bribe them with gifts, push out an international competitor under the guise producing local “artisanal” goods, all for the purpose of expanding your huge vertically integrated agri business empire

Earn to the right work

the trick is to tell the Junimos to fuck off and sell your soul to Joja. Now you can do whatever you want.