Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150714071225

"And I say if he can handle it, good for us. Seriously, some of those guys...rrg!" Fritz fumed. He was utterly amazed that despite most of the Institute's board of directors being so bigheaded it was a miracle they even fit through the door, they somehow managed to not sink themselves into bankruptcy. If Trigo ever lost his temper, Fritz would only feel sorry for the janitor who had to clean up.

Oh, Flagg can handle himself, it's me I'm worried about...Fritz finished up reading the miniature novel. Just as Azzie said, most of it was indeed stuff that was copy-pasted off of Flagg's PDFs that he had seen a million times by now. The Cardamom sections seemed surprisingly easy-reading and as far as Fritz could tell, it was just as Violet said: reimbursement for medical, supplies, blah-blah-blah. Even the numbers didn't look too nasty: about on par with what it usually cost him and maybe one other person to re-supply.

Returning the signed documents to Violet, "welp, hopefully that takes care of everything."