The Plutocrat, aka Don Cosmo Kuiper sat at his desk in the below ‐12 freezer, having a meeting with his Satellite Investors.

"As for these five scamps, they haven't joined my system yet." Don Kuiper took a long drag of his cigar. "That's where YOU meteoroids come in, see? I want these three 'persuaded' to‐" He paused to take a smoke of his cigar once again.

The freezer door swung open, and Styx, the middle Satellite Investor looked back.*

"Don, we've been ratted out!" He yelled.