So he doesn’t actually do any work running the company? What happens if the reality blindness kicks in and the executives don’t know who’s getting all that money and just cut him off?
Heck, when it comes to checks in the mail the only indication they have of when not to send them is someone notifies them of your death. And even then the heirs get it, again through the mail. And even the term “mail” is usually electronic these days. They only send paper for your records.
Ownership of a business only terminates with the death of the business.
Reality blindness seeks the most normal explanation. In this case the executives are less likely to think “Why are we giving money to a fox?” and more likely to think “We can’t be giving money to a fox, therefore this money isn’t going to a fox.”
Even if they met him, I think they’d be “Why are people claiming this ordinary fox is Renard, our boss?”, not “How has our boss has been an ordinary fox the whole time?”
I’m now picturing the Skin Horse team para-dropping #12 out of Nick onto an enemy fortress and then just driving by to pick him up a week later. Sort of an “ask me no questions and i’ll tell you no lies” situation.
I heard the building comin’
It’s loomin’ from on high.
And I was trapped by H. T.
And, I don’t know why.
I’m stuck with Annex One now,
And I might be a dope.
But I must keep a-talkin’,
‘Cause they’re my only hope.
When I was just created,
The lab boys told me, “Fox,
We’re just a bio-startup,
We’ll never be Fort Knox.”
But I cornered all their assets
And outsourced all their jobs.
When I see that building walkin’
I hang my head and sob.
I bet there’s people soakin’
In a fancy hot-tub room.
And probably Cuba Libres
And discos, I assume.
But I know I picked a loser,
I know I screwed up bad.
But that building keeps a-movin’
And that’s what makes me sad.
Well, if they let me join their outfit,
If their sanctuary’s fine,
I’d wow them with my holdings,
With some dollar signs.
Joining Annex One now,
That’s where I want to stay.
And I’d stop that crazy turtle
Killing them away.
And I have a roomfull of stock in a company we used to have, where we made the most advanced charging systems for elecrtric and hybrid vehicles. A certain huge auto company stole our patents. I can contribute tales of Silcone Valley. Watch your backAlso words to live by..Let me ride, , Sweetheart.
“What’s your superpower?”
“I’m rich.”
“I was born on third base, but at least I know I didn’t hit a triple to get here.”
He kind of did http://skin-horse.com/comic/then-hed/
I bought a lot of Apple stock in 1987. Can I ride the giant robot now?
You wait your turn. There are guys who bought IBM still waiting.
“Well, maybe we can ask our resident not-so-mad scientist to suit you a power armor”
Well, I’m sure Dr. Lee would enjoy taking on that project, but only if she can schlorp Renard’s brain.
Somehow I don’t think Reynard will look as hot as Dr. Lee will in the power suit.
No one would look as hot as Dr. Lee does in the power suit. Not even Tip. (It’s just not really his style.)
Speak to Unity about feeding cats.
Feeding cats to whom?
Feeding whom to cats?
Surprisingly, it could go either way.
Depending on the people and the cats.
LOL I know the exact game he’s talking about and I got hooked on it for weeks.
What game is it?
Most likely Neko Atsume.
Well, it appears the New Skin Horse agency has just found an angel investor.
If “secretive corporate head” is part of the job requirements, I believe Skin Horse has an opening for a new security guard.
So he doesn’t actually do any work running the company? What happens if the reality blindness kicks in and the executives don’t know who’s getting all that money and just cut him off?
On the internet, nobody knows you’re a fox.
By the same token, no-one knows you aren’t Raul Castro. That could be a problem.
Raul, is that you?
If it is, the world’s been wondering what did your brother die of. There seems to be a bit of confusion.
Heck, when it comes to checks in the mail the only indication they have of when not to send them is someone notifies them of your death. And even then the heirs get it, again through the mail. And even the term “mail” is usually electronic these days. They only send paper for your records.
Ownership of a business only terminates with the death of the business.
Reality blindness seeks the most normal explanation. In this case the executives are less likely to think “Why are we giving money to a fox?” and more likely to think “We can’t be giving money to a fox, therefore this money isn’t going to a fox.”
Even if they met him, I think they’d be “Why are people claiming this ordinary fox is Renard, our boss?”, not “How has our boss has been an ordinary fox the whole time?”
ah, but he’s not ordinary! He was created to look like a mascot http://skin-horse.com/comic/then-hed/
He was created to be a mascot. That doesn’t mean that be was created to look like one, per se.
Also, Renard is by definition not an ordinary fox, whether he looks like one or not.
He probably owns it through a shell company. Get through enough layers and no one is around who cares enough to check your SSN.
He may be referring to the biotech company that created him, in which he now owns controlling stock.
Right, and he probably doesn’t own the stock in his name. He probably filters it through three or four LLCs derived from each other.
What about #12? Can he stay? His skill is murdering them in their sleep…
Well, they do need someone a bit more subtle than U.N.I.T.Y., but with a similar skill set.
I’m now picturing the Skin Horse team para-dropping #12 out of Nick onto an enemy fortress and then just driving by to pick him up a week later. Sort of an “ask me no questions and i’ll tell you no lies” situation.
His skill is murdering someone in their sleep. It’s not necessarily anyone around here.
I heard the building comin’
It’s loomin’ from on high.
And I was trapped by H. T.
And, I don’t know why.
I’m stuck with Annex One now,
And I might be a dope.
But I must keep a-talkin’,
‘Cause they’re my only hope.
When I was just created,
The lab boys told me, “Fox,
We’re just a bio-startup,
We’ll never be Fort Knox.”
But I cornered all their assets
And outsourced all their jobs.
When I see that building walkin’
I hang my head and sob.
I bet there’s people soakin’
In a fancy hot-tub room.
And probably Cuba Libres
And discos, I assume.
But I know I picked a loser,
I know I screwed up bad.
But that building keeps a-movin’
And that’s what makes me sad.
Well, if they let me join their outfit,
If their sanctuary’s fine,
I’d wow them with my holdings,
With some dollar signs.
Joining Annex One now,
That’s where I want to stay.
And I’d stop that crazy turtle
Killing them away.
—from “Folsom Prison Blues,” Johnny Cash.
Is it weird that I heard that in The Man in Black’s voice from the first line?
Well, it’s supposed to be The Fox in Silver…
I own 0000000.01% of Walt Disney and have the certificate to prove it, can I join in on the giant robot?
And I have a roomfull of stock in a company we used to have, where we made the most advanced charging systems for elecrtric and hybrid vehicles. A certain huge auto company stole our patents. I can contribute tales of Silcone Valley. Watch your backAlso words to live by..Let me ride, , Sweetheart.
True dat. If you want to get rich, never invent something to go on a car. Ask the guy who invented the intermittent windshield wiper.