Synergy
Predator Press
[Mr. I]
The Auditors are here.
"Chop, chop!" I says to Phoebe. "I need those NAFTA projections finalized in twenty minutes."
"We need a cure for cancer this very second," she replies, blowing off her nails.
"Wow!" says LOBO, slamming the door behind him. "Who is that new hot chick meeting with Cobe? Is she a temp?" He grabs his heart, looking to the sky, "Solomente Tu Este, Me Amore. Oh, those beautiful blue eyes ... "
"She's a Hawley Enterprises Auditor," I says.
"Are we getting audited?" LOBO asks excitedly.
"No," I reply. "The Predator Press Printshop is. They ran up 4.6 billion dollars last year for blog ink."
"But we're not getting audited?" LOBO frowns.
"No."
"What would we need to do to have a long, eviscerating audit, probing every inch of the entire editing staff?" he asks.
"We would have had to had questionable expenses last year," I offer. "But we came in under budget projections, and turned a profit of 2.6-"
Where's the document shredder?" LOBO asks, dialing.
"We don't have a document shredder," I reply helplessly.
"Hello, Cobe?" he says into the phone.
pause
"You're breaking up real bad. Something about 'you're with an auditor?'"
another pause
"Can't understand a word," says LOBO. "This phone is crap. Put me on speakerphone."
"LOBO," says Cobe. "We're very busy."
LOBO grins at me as he pours gasoline all over the room. Then, into the phone he says clearly, "Cobe, what exactly are we supposed to do with all these bags of cash?"
[Mr. I]
The Auditors are here.
"Chop, chop!" I says to Phoebe. "I need those NAFTA projections finalized in twenty minutes."
"We need a cure for cancer this very second," she replies, blowing off her nails.
"Wow!" says LOBO, slamming the door behind him. "Who is that new hot chick meeting with Cobe? Is she a temp?" He grabs his heart, looking to the sky, "Solomente Tu Este, Me Amore. Oh, those beautiful blue eyes ... "
"She's a Hawley Enterprises Auditor," I says.
"Are we getting audited?" LOBO asks excitedly.
"No," I reply. "The Predator Press Printshop is. They ran up 4.6 billion dollars last year for blog ink."
"But we're not getting audited?" LOBO frowns.
"No."
"What would we need to do to have a long, eviscerating audit, probing every inch of the entire editing staff?" he asks.
"We would have had to had questionable expenses last year," I offer. "But we came in under budget projections, and turned a profit of 2.6-"
Where's the document shredder?" LOBO asks, dialing.
"We don't have a document shredder," I reply helplessly.
"Hello, Cobe?" he says into the phone.
pause
"You're breaking up real bad. Something about 'you're with an auditor?'"
another pause
"Can't understand a word," says LOBO. "This phone is crap. Put me on speakerphone."
"LOBO," says Cobe. "We're very busy."
LOBO grins at me as he pours gasoline all over the room. Then, into the phone he says clearly, "Cobe, what exactly are we supposed to do with all these bags of cash?"
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