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He’s not proud of it, but in his wild, early years, the JC spent a time in the company of a British coven of [[vampire squid]]s. It was the early noughties. He remembers a spring day in March 2000, when he came across one of these little tadpoles The poor little thing was in a state, lolling around his cubicle, waving a  [[red herring]] for PetVan, or BluBeenz, or [[Lexrifyly]] or some such thing — one forgets —  his mouth frothing, is glowing eyes rolling in their sockets.  All this little analyst could do was mutter, over and over, “''I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE”''. 

The JC flipped a few pages — prospectuses only had two or three hundred back then, so you could lift them unaided — and remarked, “but, surely, it has no forecasted revenue, let alone profit, in the next nineteen years. It even says so in the prospectus.”

Young Renfield — for that was his name — convulsed in bubbling, convulsive laughter.

Yes it is! It is all ''disclosed'' man! We’re only taking orders stapled to [[big-boy letter]]<nowiki/>s! We’re wildly over-subscribed!”