Am I the scoundrel for recycling?
I (104M) have been well-off for my whole life, owing to a shrewd mind and the inheritance of an atom-smashing mill. So when a small girl (8F) told me to start a recycling program, naturally, I scoffed! What poppycock!
Then I learned a troubling fact. Some time ago, due to the cluster of yes-men I had collected around myself, I failed to manage my fortune well. And shortly after meeting this little girl, I lost everything. My nuclear power plant, my automobiles, even my humble mansion.
When I met the girl again, I realized that only she was bold enough to tell me the truth. I swallowed my pride and begged her to use her candor and intelligence to make me rich again. She agreed, but only on the condition that I abandon my old-fashioned "evil" ways.
We became involved in a process known as "recycling." Perhaps you have heard of it--we take any old thing, a piece of refuse, and by industrial effort, turn it into a useful and valuable material once more! It's remarkable.
With the girl's help I started a recycling plant. But she became upset and said I had returned to "evil" when she learned that I had devised a way to recycle sea creatures into a highly profitable patented slurry--even though I put her name on it! I offered her ten percent of the profits!
Am I the hornswoggler?