"Jerry, I WILL jump out of this plane, there are some damn good men down there and nothing you say will stop me!" Roared the CEO of Mann. Co Saxton Hale. "But sir I could go to a safer altitude for you to ju-" Jerry the pilot reasoned before he was cut off by Saxton again as he yelled: "TOO LATE JERRY!" And with that he jumped out of the plane.

A few seconds after Mr. Hale had jumped out of the plane, he soon caught sight of the Headquarters of Mann. Co, made a dive for the window at his office and made a flawless barrel roll through it. Once he had stood up, he found his Bidwell and Mr. Reddy (Another one of Mr. Hale's Bidwells) clapping at his amazing landing.

"How was my landing Bidwell? Be frank with me, I'm made of some stern stuff" Mr. Hale asked. "Tears were brought to the eyes sir," Bidwell spoke softly, "also, here's your breakfast steak." Bidwell revealed a plate of mouth-watering, cooked steak. "Thanks Bidwell, this is the most important steak of the day you know." Thanked the all-powerful Australian man as he took the steak from Bidwell.

As he finished his steak, he turned his attention to his other Bidwell. "Mr. Reddy, how are my accounts?" Hale questioned Reddy. "You are currently the 6th richest man in America sir." answered Mr. Reddy. "Fantastic!" Exclaimed Mr. Hale, "Send a bouquet of flowers and my 'You're A Dead Man' form to the top 5 Bidwell" Bidwell nodded and turned to fufill his order.

"What's next?" Said Hale. "There are hippies protesting in the carpark to stop with the guns and TF Industries is on Line 1." Replied Mr. Reddy. "I'll beat those hippies to death with my bare hands and talk to that lovely Helen at THE SAME TIME! Give me the phone then get me an alibi that doesn't put me in the parking lot in the next 10 minutes Mr. Reddy. I'M KILLING SOME HIPPIES (and talking to Helen)!" Yelled Saxton Hale as he grabbed the phone and ran out the door to kill some people and talk to some as well.

"Heleeeeeeeeeeennnn, you seductress...What...Hraghh...can...Hiyah...I...Hurehh...do for you? Oh...Miss Pauling heh? What? Snap! Oh sorry, I was snapping a hippy's neck....yeah? Weapons? I have some for you! They're highly experimental though. You'll take them? Great! The cost? They're free. Anything for TF Industries and Helen! Be seeing you Miss Pauling! Bye! Back to business now, DIE HIPPIES!!