Town Hall, Monday
"Assistant," Ron said, "Did I not tell you to ward all visitors away from my office?"
His assistant fiddled a bit. "I thought you might enjoy this one," she said.
The two men in yellow suits who stood before him gave a cheesy wave and even cheesier smiles that looked like they had been literally hewn from plastic. "We have a business proposition," one of them enthused.
"I see," Ron said. "Proceed."
"We want to make an investment in two of your local businesses. Moobyland and Taste of Thai," said the slightly less shifty one. "We would also like to talk about further development of your..." He glanced down at his wrist. "...Unexplored? Unexplored Wooded Area. But that can wait."
"I don't understand why you are coming to me," Ron said, after a long pause. "Government has no place interfering in the free market."
"Your predecessor thought differently," the less-shifty one said. "There was paperwork."
Ron shivered.
"The Hyperion Corporation would appreciate your cooperation in this matter."
"Please?!" his shiftier friend added, giving Ron enormous puppy dog eyes.
"Of course," Ron said. "Why, I'm appalled there's this-- paperwork--" Shiver. "To begin with."
Somewhere, a small chicken shivered, tucked its face into its feathers, and rushed across the land bridge.
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His assistant fiddled a bit. "I thought you might enjoy this one," she said.
The two men in yellow suits who stood before him gave a cheesy wave and even cheesier smiles that looked like they had been literally hewn from plastic. "We have a business proposition," one of them enthused.
"I see," Ron said. "Proceed."
"We want to make an investment in two of your local businesses. Moobyland and Taste of Thai," said the slightly less shifty one. "We would also like to talk about further development of your..." He glanced down at his wrist. "...Unexplored? Unexplored Wooded Area. But that can wait."
"I don't understand why you are coming to me," Ron said, after a long pause. "Government has no place interfering in the free market."
"Your predecessor thought differently," the less-shifty one said. "There was paperwork."
Ron shivered.
"The Hyperion Corporation would appreciate your cooperation in this matter."
"Please?!" his shiftier friend added, giving Ron enormous puppy dog eyes.
"Of course," Ron said. "Why, I'm appalled there's this-- paperwork--" Shiver. "To begin with."
Somewhere, a small chicken shivered, tucked its face into its feathers, and rushed across the land bridge.
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