Let me tell you my story before the teleportation . It started in the North, the country called Finland. It was the year 1990. It was a Saturday night, when I was born in the TYKS- hospital. I was then only a tiny crying baby, but I was going to be something great. My parents were nice, although sometimes they didn't pay attention to me at all. I lived in the city of Turku. My name is Pasi Routalempi. I was pretty lonely as a child. But at 15.6.2013 , I got reeaally lucky. I won 50 000 000 € in the lottery.
That caused my family to ask me for money all the time. So, I moved to Kotka, close to the coast. It built there a completely energy independent house. It was more of a mansion. There I lived, although I became more and more lonely. I was still happy, and rich. But as you know, the greatest things in life can't be bougth with money. Like love. I gave usually money to charity. I was not a spoiled brat, unlike one pony you will know later on in the story. It didn't ask for too much attention, but sometimes I missed company. Always at Christmas I got presents for my family, but otherwise I tried to stay away from them. Now, I shall tell you about the day I was sent away.
I woke up in the morning, 7.00 to be precise , put on some casual clothes and went to get some breakfast. As I was eating, my phone started ringing. (The conversation is translated to English.)
"How's my favourite son doing? "
"Dad, I am the your only son."
"That doesn't mean you couldn't be my favourite. "
"Well, that's true "
"So, I was thinking of getting a loan! How does that sound? "
"Dad, I really do-"
"Don't tell me you're already used everything."
"Dad, what do you think? "
"I think that you should start giving some money to your old man."
"When I asked for some money to pay my rent, you told me that every man should get their own money. Why would that be different for you? "
"I am old now. "
"You're 52."
"So what? I think it's normal for a man to ask for money from his son when the man is short in money. "
"You go traveling every year. "
"Okay, fine, I'm not low on money, but you still should give your dad some mercy. "
"So you're saying that children should earn their money, but adults can just take money from their children? Besided, I've already gave you 2 million. Isn't that enough? "
"Son, you wouldn't believe how much your mother spends a month. "
"Anyway, I'm not giving you money now. The case is closed."
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Then I hung up. I couldn't believe how he dared to demand money from me. After all, no law said I should have given money. After I had ate, I headed to my living room and started watching a Finnish cartoon about Pasila-police station. I watched a few episodes, in each I laughed my ass off. Then I went to check my generator as usual.
"Shit, I should do something about that noise. " I mumbled to myself. The generator was keeping a terrible noise, it sounded like an electrical sound effect you would hear in some sci-fi movies. I was too lazy to do something myself, and I ended up calling a professional to do it. After all, it probably was for the best. After he left, I felt like going cruising with my Harley-Davidson. To make myself seem even more badass, I put on a leather vest, a pair of black boots, black jeans and pitch black sunglasses. I almost took a shotgun with me, but decided not to. After all, nobody lik