Converting the porous into sooner solids

Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, 22 September 2004 - 11:38:14 - print it raw

"Disgraced" businessman Rene Rivkin was today granted the ability to serve out his sentence in prison in one bite-sized chunk as opposed to the recent dripfeed pseudo-sentence. Reports vary as to the reason for the change in plan—some venture that it was due to recent psychiatric assessments, and a suicide attempt.

"He's clearly brainsick," mumbled one bystander, shoving off political pamphlet-givers at a nearby train station. "We yield to this idiot when he threatens life, but stand up to terrorists? I'm tired of hearing about him and his reeking shenanigans."

Sixteen days now stand between Rivkin and freedom—surely enough time to reform his ways of trading from the insides.

 

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