Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25266931-20161117062740/@comment-25266931-20161122232503

Jacques Schnee is at a boardroom meeting with his company execs.

Jacques: Since the embargo, how are the numbers looking for the first week?

Yehsmen: Not good sir. We're only making minimum profit in Atlas. It may be the smarter play to close down production for until the embargo is lifted and lay-off the workers.

Brownozur: I agree, the toy soldier has us in a real bind here. We need to cut our losses until we can turn this embargo into profit somehow. Maybe by offering medical supply shipments to the Vale citizens.

Bootlicar: I think that's a solid idea for now. And when no more aid is needed, it'll be back to Dust mining and refinement.

Jacques: You think? You think?! I DON'T PAY YOU TO THINK!? YOU'RE ALL JUST THE ARMS AND LEGS! I'M THE BRAINS! ME!

Everyone is shocked at his outburst even Jacques himself.

Jacques: I'm sorry. Why don't you all do that. Go ahead and do what you can until the embargo's done. And make sure you see you're family.

Later that day Jacques and Whitley are rushing to get a bunch of Dust into suitcases and chests.

Whitely: Like this father?

Jacques: No no, make it neat. Make it presentable. Where's you damn sister!?

Whitely: I called for her at her room I'm not sure...

Weiss: Here I am father, you summoned me.

Jacques: Come here, girl. How much do you know about mules?

Weiss: Please tell me you mean the animal...