(CONSOLATION PROZE – This is Satire)  ENJOY!

Fred:   “Larry did you get ahold of Tedros and ask him what we’re doing this year?”

Larry: “Yeah, he said we’ll do Yamagachi, Colorado and H1N1.”

Fred:   “Earl, how much Yamagachi we got left?”

Earl:   “We got enough for maybe 20 million vaccines max.”

Fred:   “Larry did you call Mitch at Pyzer?”

Larry: “Way ahead of you boss, Mitch said he’s got plenty of Yamagachi, but he’s short on H1N1, he’ll do a 2 for 1 trade. No barter.”

Fred: “Damn!   Alright, but we want North America this year.”

Larry: “I’ll ask, but lible to be problematic… unless…”

Fred:   “Unless what? “

Larry: “Well if we could get WHO and the CDC to collaborate and put out some really nasty news, death… that sort a thing, well, maybe we could bump our profits and I could buy that Cessna I’ve always wanted…”

Fred:   “Well, not a bad idea, a lot of middlemen to payoff though… I dunna know…”

Larry: “Geez Fred where have you been, I’ll just call Bill, and we’ll narrow the field, cut down on the sharing. We’ll tell everyone there are seven competitors, the seven tribes, hahaha.   Anyway, then we’ll eliminate half with bad outcomes and after a few more failures, we’ll select three.   Bill will own all three. ”

Earl: “Perfect!   I’m in.”

Fred: “What the eff, you need some Prozac Earl if you think you’re getting shite.”

Earl:   “Well given I know…”

Fred: “Hil, we need a suicide.   Think you can make it happen.”

Hil:   “SHITE FRED ARE YOU FREAKIN’ SOME LAMESKULLSONOFABITCHIDIOT”.

Earl:   “That Hil?”

Fred: “What was your first clue dumbarse?”

Earl:   “Sounds like Hil is in and I’m goin’ to walk down my dumb arse street at 3am in one of the highest crime districts in DC whistling Dixie…”

Fred: “Don’t worry, we’ll make it look like a robbery. Your girlfriend gets a nice life insurance payout, and we’re all even.”

Larry::“Mitch called and if you get North America this year, they’ll take Africa for the next three years.”

Fred:: “That’s Bullhonkie, Everyone knows Africa is the next Big Bang!   Those communist dictators must have made a deal with Mitch under the table. They know something…”

Fred: “Stall em. I’m calling Randy at Gllax.”

Larry: “What do you want me to tell the beast?”

Fred:   “I don’t give an arse.   Tell her we have a new and improved island getaway, that’ll shut her trap.”

Larry: “Roger.”

Fred: “Roger’s dead.”

Larry:  “No, I mean like… Roger…”

Fred:   “Roger was a loose thread in the blanket.”

Larry: “Yeah, whatever.”

Fred: I m done, I got some serious hatchin’ to do on my laptop .”

Larry:   “You mean ‘hacking’ Fred.   Hackin’.”

Fred:    “No. I mean hatchin’, the kind you do when you peel back that virgin and…”

Earl: “You make me sick, you Larry:   are one sick scum!”

Fred:   “I may be, but I’m alive, and you, you are dead.”

Larry:   “Hey Fred, Tedros just called, he says he get’s 50%…!”

Red:   “WHAT THE EFF?   We’ve never paid him more than 20%, what’s the freak story?”

Larry:   “Trump.   Says, profits have been hit pretty awful.”

Fred:   “Hil, we got problems.”

Hil:   “WELLWHATTHEEFFDIDYOUTHINKG YOU STUPIDSHITEFACEDMORONWITHOUTBRAINFORHEADINYOURCOLLAPSEDSKULLARSE!”

Larry:   “What the heck that mean?”

Fred:   “Ok.”

Larry: “And you take that crap?”

Fred: “I’m alive ain‘t I ?” What’d Randy at Glax say?”

Earl:   “HAHAHA, I heard Randy says you’re the next victim, they’re takin’ you out of the competition! Sorry Nova, bye-bye!”

Fred:   “Earl, go take a walk.   Larry, call Centennial and get my plane ready …”

Larry: “The wife and kids?”

Fred:   “Eff that!   Call Ocacia and tell her to be there or take a slow kayak from China.”