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Thievery, skullduggery, mockery and mergers
G.: Utter thievery. Pirates. Those stinking pirates.
A.: I'm thoroughly stumped. Do we get to go back in? The doors aren't locked.
G.: They'll call their ultra-elite security forces to forcibly eject us from the premises, I'm sure.
A.: But we own the building.
G.: Not anymore. They took over.
A.: They can't just take over. Can they?
G.: That's how it works. They show up with a lot of money and say, 'Sorry, mates. We're taking over.'
A.: But they didn't have a bag of money. And they didn't say 'sorry.'
G.: Well, they're in the building and we're out here, so I'd say it all worked.
A.: Well, now I want money.
G.: Shoulda asked for that yesterday.
A.: It's not like we were negotiating, G. When you go home and come back to work and your sign is gone and someone else's sign is there and your reserved parking sign has someone else's name on it, there's no negotiating going on. We were squatted upon.
G.: That's the way the cookie bounces.
A.: I want to file a lawsuit.
G.: Naw. It'll take too long.
A.: We'll get our building back, though.
G.: By the time we do, our technology will be obsolete and nobody will want the antiquated service we can provide.
A.: Yeah. You're right.
G.: Face it. We're beaten. I mean, look. Up there.
A.: (looks) What is that? It looks like chunks of the wall are being blown out of the side of the building.
G.: I think they're playing laser tag with our particle accelerator.
A.: What? They can't do that!
G.: Well, they are.
A.: (shouts) Hey! You can't do that!
G.: They don't hear you.
A.: (shouts) That's a forty billion dollar machine!
G.: They don't care.
A.: (shouts) Stop this right now!
G.: They're not listening to you.
A.: Our precious building.
G.: Yes.
A.: Let's go in tonight and take it back.
G.: We can't.
A.: Why not? They took it from us.
G.: Squatters' rights.
A.: Squatters' rights?
G.: Squatters' rights.
A.: What about owners' rights?
G.: Owners have no rights.
A.: I want my office back. I miss my lead paperweight.
G.: Well, I miss my ficus plant. But we're out here, and our stuff is in there.
A.: Maybe they'll throw them to us. Through the holes in the walls.
G.: Or maybe they'll shoot at us with the particle accelerator.
A.: At least I'd feel like this was a hostile takeover then.
G.: Yes. We'd be warriors instead of women and children kicked out of the big house.
A.: Right. Even if we didn't fight.
G.: Right. It would give us status.
A.: And legal recourse! They shoot at us, it's attempted murder and we can sue them and get our build --
G.: No.
A.: No?
G.: Squatters' rights.
A.: Squatters' rights.
G.:
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G.:
A.: Right.
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