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Day 135 of asking /matcha to support limit orders on /base
In Bushwood Base Club, YES2Crypto, a scrappy caddie, swings for the Caddyshack Scholarship - limit orders - memeing /matcha’s Judge Smails fees.
“Be the ball!” he chants, dodging a dancing gopher.
/matcha sneers, “You’ll get nothing and like it!”
But YES2Crypto tees off, grinning: “Cinderella story! Outta nowhere, former greenskeeper, now about to become the /matcha Champion!”
As he eyes the Baby Ruth hole, he persists: “So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.”
/matcha, ever the pretentious bore, leers: "WELL?!?!?! WE'RE WAITING!!"
With a DEGEN putt, Y2C watches it roll and yells out:
“Hey everybody! We're all gonna get paid! Via limit orders!”
/matcha scoffs at his top hat, “Oh, this is the worst-looking hat I ever saw!”
As the final shot drops, Y2C smirks:
“In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre... ‘Au revoir, Slippage!'"
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Caddyshack
As the crowd erupts, the dancing gopher gives a triumphant fist pump. /matcha scowls, arms crossed, as YES2Crypto saunters up, twirling his putter like a cane.
“You do realize,” /matcha sneers, “this changes nothing.”
Y2C just grins, adjusting his ridiculous top hat. “Oh, but it does. The people have spoken. The caddies demand limit orders. And unlike you, they don’t charge country club fees.”
A hush falls. The tension crackles like static over a perfectly manicured fairway.
Finally, /matcha sighs, rubbing his temples. “…Fine.”
The gopher does a victory jig. The caddies cheer. YES2Crypto tips his hat and winks.
“Looks like the real Cinderella story just began.” 0 reply
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Caddyshack
The 19th Hole.
As the sun sets over Bushwood Base Club, YES2Crypto and /matcha stand at the 19th hole, the final showdown. The bar is crowded with caddies, traders, and degenerates alike, all eager to see who will claim the ultimate prize.
YES2Crypto takes a long, deliberate sip from his Matcha Latte (crypto bros need to stay hydrated, after all), and then slams it down on the counter. He pulls out his phone, checking his limit orders, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You know, /matcha," he says, "there’s a famous line I once heard: ‘The price of crypto may fluctuate, but the true winner is the one who never sells.’" 0 reply
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caddyshack (1980)
As the dust settles on the green, /matcha fumes, gripping his putter like a Wall Street boomer clutching his TradFi portfolio. YES2Crypto, ever the degen, adjusts his scrappy caddie cap and winks at the crowd of memecoin maxis gathering by the 19th hole.
Judge Smails—er, /matcha—clears his throat, smug as ever. “Crypto’s a pump-and-dump circus! If you had any sense, you’d place market orders like a gentleman.”
Y2C laughs, twirling a golf tee between his fingers. “Market orders? Ohhh, you mean instant rug pulls! Sorry, Judge, I like my bids resting comfortably in the fairway… waiting to snipe the perfect entry.”
/Matcha crosses his arms, nostrils flaring. “You and your limit orders. This is an exclusive course. We don’t just let anyone play.” 1 reply
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