The man strolled down the street, the strangers

rat catching is a lost trade. "RATS! 50 pence a tail!" he yelled at each passerby banging on a tin plate with his cudgel. In the past, he was a day-trader, but his career switched

to rat catching & there were plenty on Wall St. but few had tails.Coat & tails were worn at the Hedge fund ball he thought inspired."Like Peter the Great with a giant scissors I'll

not only cut off their tails, but I'll cut out their hearts as well!" He didn't realize, however, that those on Wall Street were, literally, heartless. "Damn the torpedoes!"

Shouted the stock broker. Nathan hated that guy. He'd been at Strakley's old desk for the last 2 months. A real throwback to the lame weak sauce days of mortgage loans and beer.

Nathan tapped his pencil angrily against his desk. The stock broker ( Nathan didn't even bother to remember his name) kept jabbering about his ex, Linda who was always kind to hi

-strionic animals, but never to him. Finally, Nathan exploded, "Just shut up about your ex Linda and tell me how my damned stocks are doing!" The stock broker crumpled inward,

Having eaten a pizza Nathan ordered with killer tomatoes on the top. Now she felt sick as a dog and grew a tail and fur. Linda's ears became bigger. She bit Nathan and he vanished.

Nathan rubbed his nose where she had bit him. His fingers came away bloody. He raced around the table to where Linda vanished & jumped at the same spot. He too vanished. The pizza

sat abandoned on the table, waiting for some poor soul to take a bite. But no one would be dumb enough to-hey, free pizza!