Crash of 12.
Call out the marines. Get the cops down here. Somebody plugged our money hole... and this could be a problem. Yeah, I know ... all good things come to an end, right? We were just starting to get traction as the next big-box store. Our theme is that of an abandoned mill... all of our stores look like abandoned mills. (Note: we only have one store, and it's in an abandoned mill.) We have a mascot, Marvin (my personal robot assistant), and a jokey spokes vegetable, the mansized tuber, who we were thinking would wheel his way through quirky television commercials, speaking in a British... no, Aussie accent. Perhaps German accent. We haven't worked out that part yet. He would show up in board rooms and on cruise ships ... at least the ones that don't tip over or catch on fire. And hell, with the help of our marketing advisor, Noname, on loan from the A and R representative at our corporate label, Loathsome Prick Records, we even had an expansion plan on the board, with a big map...