EMERGENCY phone call to SCHB from NITE tonight..
NITE: Hey bud, I think you were right. We've got trouble coming and it's spelled T N O G
SCHB: You finally admit it after all the b|tchin I've done?
NITE: Hired a pilot to fly over the TNOG property tonight before sundown and the oil is definitely flowing.
SCHB: What the F are we going to do?
NITE: Well, as you know, I've been sittin on the bid 90% of the time the last 6 weeks and it isn't pretty. I'm still 1.2B short.
SCHB: We're dead. We're fricken dead.
NITE: I sure thought the TNOG longs woulda coughed up by now, we drove the damn thing up to over .05 now but like you've been tellin me..."They're dug in worse than ticks on a hound"
SCHB: Ya, and I'm now smellin blood in the water and it's our blood you ahole.
NITE: We have to go into emergency mode. Hire more bashers, the good ones, not those idiots we currently have. Call the company tomorrow and try to sweet talk them into selling us shares, ask their price.
SCHB: You don't think I've already tried that behind your back? Kent Jacobson laughed at me and told me where to stick my money.
NITE: Oh chit, happened to us to.
SCHB: That cuts it. I either jump from the 20th story or pack my bag and go to the "islands".
*click*
SCHB: NITE...you there?
SCHB: NITE?
SCHB: NIIIIIITE!!!!
disclaimer*, this story continues later, just a dream I had last night.
