Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150714063038

"Don't worry too much about the legalese," Azulius offered. "I'll bet at least two-thirds of that are Flagg's own legal mumbo-jumbo, duct-taped together into a coherent request for reimbursing us all."

"Besides, Fritzy, it's bad practice to screw over long-term partners," Violet agreed. "And I've already looked through your own records.  Financially, your complete net worth isn't even worth my getting up out of bed.  But if you're still deciding on a proper retirement portfolio, I have got the deal for you."

"Long term?" Azzie asked with a confused head-tilt. "How so?"

"Oh, you haven't heard yet, Zulie!" Violed snickered evily. "During the betting where the Don got the favor that started this whole mess, Uncle Trigo won himself some very impressive stock options.  And since we agreed to help Mr. Flagg get his new factory up-and-running ahead of schedule, the stock price has risen very nicely.  So from those options, and a little of my market magic, one of Trigo's aliases has now earned a place on Flagg Corporation's Board of Directors."

Upon hearing this, Cordera and Blaine proceded to bust a gut laughing.

"Can you believe that, Blaine?" she coughed out another cloud of dust. "Boss Trigo Cardamom, 'The Tornado', drunken shotgun master, and one of the best enforcers in all of crime, in a boardroom?"

"I would pay some good money to see that!" the hammer user agreed, holding his sides.