As he sat there, listening to this marketing talk and trying his best to follow all the complicated business words, Arin was absent-mindedly fiddling with a Rubik's Cube. This was his new thing since he read somewhere on Reddit that they were good for focusing brainpower. He needed it, as even tho he'd hired this pair of up and coming business hotshots to help him with generating more revenue for Game Grumps, he was still a little fuzzy when it came to many of the words they used.

"Now, Mr. Hanson, we wanted to talk to you about advertising" said one.

"We're stronger than ever in advertising, right Dan?"

The not-so-Grump sat on the other end of the table, lazily scrolling through his phone. Without looking up he replied "What? Oh, huh, yeah, cool."

"Not exactly" said the other, clicking on his laptop to bring up a collection of confusing graphs, "After your campaign to sell your book, advertisers have sensed a lot of overwhelmingly negative attention from our focus groups."

"You're losing money, to put it simply."

Arin attempted a nervous chuckle, as he was known to do. "Oops! Guess some people don't understand the genius of our ad campaigns. Did you guys know is was me playing my uncle this whole time?"

The two advisors looked at each other, then back at him. "At any rate," the other said, after bringing up a new set of graphs, "you will need to do something drastic in order to make back what you lost from disgruntled r/rantgrumps users fleeing your channel en-masse." "We've checked the numbers, and we believe that we can convince these same viewers to come back, and maybe even generate more numbers that you'd need to make a stable return following the next investment quarter."

Arin didn't understand most of that, aside from the possibility of viewers coming back. "That's great! What do we need to do? Longer episodes? Shorter episodes? Do we need to tell viewers to subscribe more?"

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Hanson. In fact, this will involve activities outside your main channel."

"I told you guys, I lost the password for Grump Out ages ago!"

"Not Grump Out, Mr. Hanson. We're suggesting you create an explicitly adult-orientated content stream."

Arin dropped his Rubik's cube. He hadn't actually finished it, and probably never would. "You can't be serious, right?"

The two advisors stared at him. The one on his left spun around his laptop, showing a series of graphs and percentages. It looked very official. Next to it, he'd put up a screenshot.

"Do you recognize this website, Mr. Hanson?"

"Of course, that's onlyfans, right? I have that bookmarked on my laptop with all the other sites like that."

"We noticed," interjected the advisor on the right, seeming unperturbed by what his boss had just intoned, "we've advised you in the past to get your editor to—"

"Why are you showing me Onlyfans tho, guys? This isn't even a page I can subscribe to; you just have the 'create account' page up."

The two advisors stared at him. Eventually, the cogs slowly began to turn inside Hanson's head. He blinked, his smile faltering just a little.

"You want people to pay for my nudes?"

One of the advisors put his face to his hands, grumbling. "No, Mr. Hanson, we don't."

"Because I'd be totally down with that."

"We know."

"I've said before that if my nudes leaked, I'd own up to—"

"We know, Mr. Hanson!" the other advisor interrupted, sagging back into his chair. "But you're not who we're talking about. You've seen the channel metrics. You know that one of your employees in particular has a large, particularly horny fanbase following every Instagram post they share!"

As the cogs kept turning, Arin's face fell, finally getting it. He looked to the other end of the table. "You want Dan to sell his nudes?"

The two advisors simultaneously facepalmed. The not-so-Grump sat on the other end of the table, lazily scrolling through his phone. Without looking up he replied "What? Oh, huh, yeah, cool."

"No, Mr. Hanson, we're talking about Kittykatgaming."

"Suzy?!"

"Yes, Suzy." One of the advisors said, bringing up another set of confusing bar graphs that had to do with the algorithm – one bar was much, much higher than the other. "Our viewer tallies show that a massive chunk of Mrs. Hanson's follower base comes from overly horny young adults. They're the ones leading to most of her channel's income. And that's from a channel without facecam, just a vanilla Instagram. Now, this is our projections for what would happen if Mrs. Hanson created one of these non-vanilla accounts." With the push of a button, the larger bar quintupled in size, as did the amount of revenue coming in.

Arin spat out his mouthful of monster energy drink, which he said he shouldn't be drinking due to being on the Keto diet again but had grabbed from the fridge regardless. "If our projections are correct – and they are – this is an untapped revisor of your viewer base. If Mrs. Hanson enters the adult content market, you'd be out of the red by the end of the week. If you keep it up, you'd be looking at an overall profit."

The advisor closed his laptop and the two stared at Arin, who was still grinning, pretending he understood most of the words. He made a series of exasperated noises, then leaned back in his chair.

"I'm going to have to ask her what she thinks."