Brian, Ron, good to have you here. Coffee? Help yourself; it’s on the counter behind you. Hands off the biscuits though.

I’ll get straight to the meat, Gentlemen. This garbage doesn’t write itself and I’m a busy man. Only this morning I had to fire some of the servants for making that crack about Tlusty's scoring prowess once too often.

What I’m saying is, win some games. Or lose all the games. Make some trades. Wear matching loincloths in an joint interview. Report Toskala to immigration. Something. Anything!

Right. I trust I won’t have to call you in here again? Bon. Send in MC Hammer on your way out…