I have this image of Alois in his PJs on his knees beside his bed, with his hands folded reverently in prayer (just after he had gotten off the phone with the financials group), saying: "Dear God, you know all the shit I've caught for these filings not being out already, and I believe in miracles, so I'm gonna need one today or tomorrow. Can you, please, Lord, help my financials group finish and post these filings to the OTCM . . . if not, I'm gonna need to up my dosage of Ambien and Xanax?"
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