"I wish money grew on trees-" He said, and then glared at Samantha, who he knew was on the verge of coughing up a hairball made out of the words "paper is trees and money is paper, so..."
"Cryptocurrency isn't made of paper," he preempted her, and then predicted she'd say something about the electrical current that powers the GPUs mining the bitcoins and litecoins and Steem and isn't Ethereum just the best-named of them all. It sounds so fantastical and cool. I wish I owned some. that the electrical current still comes from coal-powered plants, and the coal is from trees from millions of years.
Samantha was having a hard time sneaking a word in edgewise. Buck was an over-talker. He not only already knew what you were going to say, he knew how you were going to say it and a better way to say it. Samantha didn't hate him individually, but she hated that his kind had gotten away with so much for so many years.
"Buck, stop! Here, let me tell you a story." She paused to see if Buck would interject. Lo and behold, she'd gotten his attention. "Doe ewe May thin ink ewe NO eve Ur ye thin ink, eye half knew inch height four ewe. Know buddy lie cashew. Eats nut hinge purse anal. Eats juice hat ewe our yay baste yard. Hex use may long wage."
Buck was dumbfounded. Finally, an unpredictable speaker. He never talked over Samantha again.