darthspanky Posted Jun 12, 2020, 3:03 am

leaving all the bodyguards in the next room keeping out any loudmouths who might try to interupt. top executives sit down for their meeting. McSpany's bank director starts. "I want to buy the plot of land on hextile 30,31 to build a new camp on that huge southern plateau same region as our town shantyville and a road to shanty and bl, im offering 15000 cans of gas for it, 11k in gw and 4k in bl who are currently emply, of the finest quality shipped from our oil refineries"

darthspanky Posted Jun 13, 2020, 12:29 pm

Banking Association returns from a break with a messsage from the top. hearing the bankers say the man upstairs said that i have to have permission from the owner of the land that tile sits on to build a camp on that tile location. McSpanky's banker gets up and heads to the door, stops, paces back and forth for a bit, thinking of his words, when he stops points his midget fingers skyward and says. "Tell them bastards upstairs we will be back and proof we control that ground as i slap you with it printed on the front page the gazzette" angrily ranting he continues, "where ever your interns are that is, seem to have run off, muhahahaha, score one for bertha" storming off then popping his head back in for one last comment. "could ya please ask him about taking cans of gas as payment for the land"