Top Man: I’m sorry everybody, the company is forecast to be 15 Million Pounds in the red. Forecasts for next year are gloomy. I need to ask at least 1,000 of you to go. Firstly, I need to hear from those of you who want to volunteer. If I don’t get enough then I’ll have to get the axe out myself.
Top Financial Controller: (whispers to Top Man) Oh lordy, I’ve miscalculated again. I didn’t mean 15 Million in the red, I meant 15p in the black. Heh heh heh what a silly clot am I. Sorry about that.
Top Man: (whispers back) Shh! Don’t worry right now. Book all the directors into a 5 star hotel in Florida. We’ll have a residential brain storming session for a week to decide on the colour of your new calculator.
Top Man: (to the crowd) Sadly, we have no money to spare to offer much more than 10 pence for every decade you’ve worked for the company.
Twilight Zone Announcer: It seemed like business as usual at the incredibly incompetent Bumble and Lurch Incorporated. But today was different. Today they’d get their reality check. For today they would be entering the Twilight Zone.
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