BlockCity was buzzing, and for good reason. A new meme coin, "Shibroke," had taken over every chat, every shill group, and every timeline. The coin, born out of nowhere and endorsed by none other than Murad, was all anyone could talk about. It promised to go to the moon, or at least to the stratosphere, but as always, it came with its fair share of chaos.

Kevin sat in the usual café, his gray hoodie as worn as his patience. T*******, his three-tailed dog, lay under the table, wagging his tails lazily. Kevin stared at his portfolio on his phone. Breakeven. Again.

“Man, how am I the only one not making money on this thing?” he groaned, leaning back in frustration.

Lumio sauntered in, LED jacket flashing a mix of Solana-inspired purples and greens. He had a smug grin plastered across his face.

“Oh, Kevin,” Lumio teased, sitting down dramatically and spinning a fake Shibroke coin on the table. “Didn’t I tell you to buy more? But no, you had to play it safe.”

“Safe?” Kevin shot back. “I’m breakeven! That’s practically a win compared to Jeff.”

Jeff, sitting two tables away with his head in his hands, looked up miserably. “Don’t remind me. I bought the top. Again.”

Lester, ever the stoic OG, leaned against the wall with his notebook in hand. He flipped a page, barely looking up. “That’s what you get for chasing hype, Jeff. You’ve got to understand the cycles. Murad’s shills are like fireworks: bright, loud, and gone in seconds.”

“Oh, come on,” Lumio interrupted, his grin growing wider. “You’re just mad because you missed it. I’m up 3x, baby. Profits never felt so sweet.”

“3x?” Kevin raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? You were screaming about 10x last night.”

“Well,” Lumio said, shrugging. “I might have sold early. A profit’s a profit, though. Unlike you, Mr. Breakeven.”

T_______ barked, as if in agreement. Kevin glared at his dog. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“What about BitCat?” Jeff asked, clearly hoping someone had done worse than him.

As if on cue, BitCat strolled in, leather jacket gleaming, a rare Bitcoin token dangling from his neck. He looked at the group and smirked. “Didn’t touch it. Meme coins are for gamblers, not investors.”

Lumio burst out laughing. “Investors? Oh, BitCat, you’re just salty you missed the pump. Admit it.”

BitCat didn’t flinch. “I’ll stick with my blue chips, thanks. While you’re chasing hype, I’m stacking sats.”

The group groaned collectively. “We get it,” Kevin said. “You’re too good for memes. But seriously, this one was wild.”

Jeff sighed. “So, what now? It’s tanking. Do I hold? Sell? Cry?”

“Sell if you want,” Lumio said, leaning back in his chair. “But just remember: profits are for the bold. And for those who listen to Murad.”

“Listening to Murad got me wrecked,” Jeff muttered.

“No, your timing got you wrecked,” Lester corrected. “Next time, wait for the dip.”

“Next time, wait for common sense,” BitCat added.

The group burst out laughing, even Jeff managing a weak smile. T_______ barked again, wagging his three tails enthusiastically, as if to remind everyone that, win or lose, they were all in this madness together.

As the laughter died down, Kevin looked at his friends and his phone. The market might be a mess, but at least he wasn’t facing it alone.