"You'll never take me alive", snarled Ming. "We don't plan to", replied several of New York's Finest who pegged a few shots in Ming's direction as he fled the limo with diplomatic plates he just carjacked. Cleverly dodging behind baby carriages and weaving through a troop of unwary cub scouts, Ming avoids his pursuers and even filches the stray merit badge in the process. Ming had hoped to fob himself off at the Hanover facility as the sovereign nation of Crapolovia's trade rep and get the true skinny on the big 483 imbroglio, but it was not meant to be. Once again, a company that doesn't communicate only becomes subject to rumors, innuendos, conspiracy theories and Wheres Waldo searches for its CEO. Anyone with 12 clean rooms has no excuse for not coming clean.
Apr 10, 2008
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