My 3rd grade Gambling Operation explained

I think if I tried selling my soul to the devil and he started aggressively negotiating, I would be deeply offended. Anyways, before I get into the story of how I broke the New Jersey Casino Control Act while I was in the third grade, I have a very important announcement to make. There's a Mr. Pancake YouTub. He's live on sale right now at you.com. Links in the description. Look at him. He's awesome. You want a cute little guy? Pancake YouTubes. Someone to hang out with you while you game. Pancake YouTub too drunk to drive home? Pancake YouTub. This is only going to be available for a limited time and once it sells out, it's gone forever. Also, the profit from these sales really helps support the channel a lot and it might even let me make videos full-time. Who knows? But anyways, I love working with YouTubes. Even though I basically just rage bait them every interaction that we have, they adore me and I adore me, too. In this marketable plush form, they didn't even reach out to me. I reached out to them, man. The first time I emailed them and asked for YouTubes, they said no. And so like anybody would, I just waited 6 months and then emailed them from a different email address asking for YouTubes again. Except this time, I strategically lied about how many subscribers I had. And by the time they realized I was lying, it had already gone into production and there was nothing they could do. It actually ended up selling surprisingly well. And they were pretty happy considering I was the smallest creator they had ever worked with. You know, things were going good until the day after the collaboration ended. They took the YouTubes off their website and then I instantaneously gained 74,000 subscribers overnight. They were mad. I mean, they didn't say anything angry.