Why Rahul sued Tim? - Chapter 3. The $921 billion project, and The Jaguar!

I was fighting again. The Universal middleweight champion, Winnie - The Jaguar - my opponent. Without getting into too many details, I would like to inform that after the match, I'd needed 23 stitches above my right eye, a surgery for my shattered knee, treatment for broken ribs, and then for severe weight loss in coming times, and consistent loss of eye sight. 

My fighting career ended. I shouldn't have had to fight Winnie at all anyways. Only if Life explained played by the rules.

The $900M deal had me on cloud 9. I had to take up the finance and investment departments. I remember my first meeting with Dr. Dawg, he seemed to have professionalism etched in each cell of his. We signed the formalities, and I was given $57 million in advance, and an island, a jet, and arms to protect myself. I was simply overwhelmed.

As excited as I was. I am a professional, and I take my work seriously, even doing a 13 days crash course on Financing. I felt good, and I knew I could make LE grow. However, here the differences started to arise. Dr. Dawg had hired me more as a brand ambassador and promoter, rather than someone who handles business. Who answers the tough questions, and roams around in a suit during summer with a company logo. 

It's a sad tale. Frustration crept in, and then anger, and then revolt. My assistant Ashley, and most of my office staff left their jobs. I had become too hot to handle for 'em. Change was needed, change I sought for, and I give it everything.

I used my financial powers in the company, fought with Tim and Dawg, even body slammed Jack in a meeting. I made the company give me the chance and bought an island in planet RS-247 from another galaxy. I started a construction project, confident that it was best for business. A $921 billion project would've given the company a 142% return on investment.

It was magic happening, but recession hit the target planet, and our project had to be nixed, with a $176 billion loss. While, I'm aware I would be found guilty, but it wasn't my mistake. The business idea was blockbuster. Anyways, I was suspended, my luxuries taken back and my accounts were locked by Tim Clark leaving me with no other option than to fight, and then as I mentioned in the start things went worse as I fought the Jaguar.

I can't fight an ant now, with my fitness. My career is over, and Life, Explained won't give me "MY" hard earned money. What I did was my job, I was hired for that, and before signing the contract Dr. Dawg had given me his word. So, had Tim Clark, but words don't matter in this age, it seems.

I will see you in the court, Tim. Unless, we can have FAIR play.

Life Explained Bourbon (The first draft of the next 500 posts)

Today was an exciting day, here at Life Explained, we finally discovered how to age bourbon for 8 years in only twenty five minutes. It requires a wooden barrel, a small thermo-nuclear device, a huge building lined with lead, and a used toaster oven. Technically, the toaster oven doesn't have to be used but it is going to be a little messy afterwards, if you can find all the pieces.

Our bourbon is going to be served on Virgin Atlantic space flights, though Mr. Branson doesn't know it yet. We kind of peeked into the future using a microwave oven, an engine from the space shuttle and a digital alarm clock.

Dr. Dawg actually ended up on a flight to Mars, where, before they could drag him to the cargo hold he managed to see a bottle of "Life Explained Flash Bourbon." Right next to the honey roasted peanuts, and ginger ale.

The flight attendants were unimpressed by his credentials as a scientist actively engaged in the
nations defense. Even when he explained that by National Defense he meant weapons of awesome destructive power. They still locked him in a crate between a lizard named Ralph and a sheep dog who was a double agent. He worked for a competing airline thinking about starting discount space flights. Flights where everybody would travel in crates. A lot cheaper but not very comfortable.

Turns out the sheep dog knew it was a stupid idea. He ended up getting a lot of free vacations, and the miles, oh man you can't believe the frequent flyer miles, they were obscene. Eventually the airline just gave him a plane, and he learned to fly it, and is now employed by Life Explained Future Office, in a strictly peaceful capacity. Odd how things work out isn't it?

Tomorrow is a big day, we are starting work on a way to make a martini so dry you need a fork. The work never ends.

Life Explained, the Movie rises from its shallow grave.

We, here at Life Explained, would like to apologize for this latest egregious affront to humanity. We are sorry. But, the need to make a movie is all consuming, kind of like eating peanuts, once you start you can't stop.

Grab some popcorn, a pop and some earplugs, it is about to get real.