Bob walked into Alice's home and began rummaging through her desk. Alice popped out of the study and noticed. "Who are you?? Why are you rummaging through my desk??" Bob looked up. "Oh, I was trying to make money for somebody! Sometimes when you publish papers their bottom line drops. With the information in your desk, I can understand you better." "What??" Alice shoo'd Bob out of her home. "Who?? Don't rummage through my desk! It makes me call the police on you! How would that help their bottom line?"
Bob was dumbfounded and stared at Alice in a zoned-out daze. "Friendly-Business-Your-Neighbors-Buy-Everything-From hired me to improve their bottom line. This is my job." "No!" said Alice as she reached for her phone to call the police. "What if I purchased from Friendly-Business-My-Neighbors-Buy-Everything-From myself, and recommended them to people in my papers? Would this keep people like you from entering my home?" Bob jerked up, alert again. "Yes, if you could recommend their cryptographic solutions in your papers, that would be great." "Give me back the things from my desk!" "... this is my job." Nancy takes back her notes from Bob and calls the police on him. He doesn't quite understand.
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Karl