“Get your ass in here!” He shouted. You ran into his room. “Sit” he gestured to a seat in front of his desk in his huge lavish mansion that had a view of the whole greed ring.

“Ideas. Pitch ‘em to me.” He said impatiently. It was tougher to advertise the Fizz personal robots when Fizzaroli quit.

“I haven’t got all day you stupid little cunt. Have you got anything besides terrible humor? Females aren’t funny. Now give me a pitch that’ll make me GREEN.” He grinned rubbing his hands together.