Jake Whistler of WeatherTV kind of liked

Jake Whistler of WeatherTV kind of liked it when the wind caught him during a storm report and blew him 50 miles up the coast. He landed on one of his favorite restaurants,

McDonalds. The weatherman climbed in and placed an order. "Yes, I'd like a Mc-FLURRY, please. Ooh, and is your Filet-O-Fish made from fresh HAIL-ibut?" The cashier groaned at Jake

from behind the bulletproof glass. He handed the weatherman his Happy Meal. "Is my payment reasonable? FAIR IN HEIGHT?" quipped Jake. "Why the COLD FRONT?" The puns drew predators

from the rabble of trailer trash patronizing the McDonald's where they danced and frolicked gaily to crappy hip hop. The weatherman disregarded the puns Jake threw at him, & simply

the best" came over the radio. It was the Chevy Hommage to White Trash. It gave the Trailer Trash people the power to fly. They made capes out of "shammy's" and flew into the

red, red sky because romantic songs transport people to Venus. On Venus, Trailer Trash people have the power to become awesome: they become Satellite Trash. They have the power to

convert trash into leveraged derivatives! The Space Bankers were the first to see the potential of this talent, possessed by a people who were mainly concerned with hunting moonrat

It was a ballsy move, but once again the Space Bankers were right on the money. Everyone wanted them and anyone who was anyone got them. But they had to ride side saddle.

Expanding the monetary medium in the vacuum of space was quite a feat, but they relished a challenge. In the end they franchised their business & left the galaxy $40g in the black.