There Are Maggots In Fong's Rice Bowl

"Come closer worm, Fong would have a word with you". Since Granduncle Fong is firmly pulling at Ming's lower lip with pliers, Ming is eager to comply. Fong understands his little flyer in Dendreon has gone awry. "What to do and who to do it to?" intones the ancient Fong in funereal tones. Ever the coward, Ming regurgitates platitudes. Truth, justice and solid Panel recommendations should have carried the day simpers the hapless Ming. "Gregor Mendel was right" avers Fong. Only one in four peas are purebred dominant and peabrained grandnephew Ming is not one of them. The Annual Report shows NOLs and credits whose tax benefit is almost $2.50 a share to an acquirer in the same industry but is carried at zero on the Balance Sheet. Cash is worth more than $1 a share. The antigen delivery cassette has great value."Where is your risk oh addled brained Ming?" asks Fong as he inserts his chopsticks into Ming's ears. Fong does not like maggots in his rice bowl but is prepared to eat around them.