Phone rings.
Fat Tony: Vinny, it's TraderGash. He says he needs to talk
Vinny the Boxjobber: I ain't talked to TraderGash since Grade 3 when he slipped loaded dice into the craps game I was running in the school yard and he cleaned me out. Gimme the phone.
TraderGash: Hey Vinnie, I know we ain't been the best of friends, but you gotta pull your longs off MDBX. I'm squeezed big-time, Vinny, I can hardly breathe. Think of my family, Vinny. Our kids go to Junior Racketeers together.
Vinnie: You know the rules, Gash, we all make our own trades. Hey, I got another call, maybe we should get together sometime...
Fat Tony: hey Vinnie, it's that big shot from NASA again. He really wants MDBX to be an official sponsor for the next manned space flight, which like MDBX, is going "to da moon".
