The Crimson Permanent Assurance

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Our Short.

Carmesn Permanent

Insurance Company.

"London England".

The Very Large Corporation of America.

On the dark days of 1983...

when England fell to the stalemate

of a ruinous money policy...

the good and loyal men of the

Permanent Insurance Company...

a previously remarkable family business

that recently fell into disgrace...

under the yoke of oppression of

their new corporate management.

Terrible. Really terrible.

Remen!

It's over, Ev a n s. He's fired.

Ye heard me. Outside.

Did you hear that? He was fired.

He was fired?

He was fired? Let's go guys.

Let's attack them.

Come on!

Let me out!

I demand to see my lawyer!

OoTooley! Come on.

Silence!

We have to mobilize, boys.

T and t, seize the weapons.

T and t, bring the gear.

- And t, put water for tea.

- Yes, sir.

That's it, Charles!

I'm sorry!

Come on, Tooley. By here!

Come on!

Leven anchors!

And so, the Permanent Carmesn

Insurance Company...

was launched to the high seas

of international finance.

Come on boy. Say it!

- A cup of tea, dear?

- Capitbn!

Look! To starboard!

There is the prize they were looking for.

Starboard!

A financial district crowded with

multinationals, conglomerates...

and fat and bloated

mercantile banks.

Very good, boys!

To your battle stations!

- Come on!

- Hurry!

Well, it's enough. Take cover.

Down! Get up!

Down.

To starboard!

Fire!

Eric! My balance sheets!

Ross!

The sheets with the figures!

- Stop it!

- Eric!

- Thanks!

- To the load!

- No! Let me do it!

- It's okay, Kane.

Captured!

We gave you!

Take this.

Taking. Archnvalo.

Carajo!

And so, encouraged by

his initial success...

The desperate and reasonably

violent men of the company...

of insurance, they fought until...

when the sun goes down

slowly in the west.

The magnificent results

of his daring actions...

they became apparent.

The financial giants

before imposing...

They were in ruins...

stripped of their goods...

and with its crumbling policies.

At full speed, Mr. Cohen!

Go up, go up, go up your cousin.

- Garabatea.

- But balance the books.

- Garabatea.

- But balance the books.

It is fun to gather the

mercantile experts.

And navigate the ocean

of the countable.

Find and explore offshore funds.

And to surround the

shoals of bankruptcy.

You can be courageous in insurance.

We will increase your

premium semiannually.

Everything is tax deductible.

We are totally incorruptible.

Navigating the ocean

of the contadura.

- Browsing...

- And so, they sailed...

towards the ledgers...

one by one, while the financial

capitals of the world...

they collapsed under the power

of their commercial acuity.

Or so it would have been...

if certain modern theories related

to the shape of the world...

They would not have been

disastrously wrong.

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