OK. Here's my account:
It was a late sunday afternoon on the French Antilles. Satoshi Nakamoto, me and some of the boys were having Martinis in a cosy beach side cafe named "The lazy Shepherd", giving each other cues on how to improve our speed seduction pickup skills with the island population. However, we were all so ridiculously bad at this we made ourselves cringe with tears until some guy proposed the introduction of a commodity-based tipping system that would encourage us to improve our performance. One of us suggested Martinis, but we were so pissed already, the game wouldn't have lasted long. Another one said "Shells!", but we couldn't be fucked to go around the beach looking for shells. We were lost. Then Satoshi gave a loud sigh from under his straw hat, stood up, squeezed his HP Mini under his armpit and, before heading for the restrooms, groaned: "BRB."
Oh, Jesus Christ, don't leave us hanging! What happened when he came back? Wait, what? You saying you're the guys who lost him? Heck with him anyway! Tells us more about the girls
and how Bitcoin comes into play with all of this
as well as the girls on the other side of the island.