The two co-CEOs of Youth Incorporated stand at the head of the meeting table. One is a seventeen year old young man, fire in his eyes, wound up tight and chewing on the end of a narrow cigar. The other is an eighteen year old young lady, staring coldly at each around the table, tapping a gavel in the palm of her hand. The Board of Directors, all adults, sit rigid and pale, nerves already starting to shatter.
The young man takes a bite off the cigar, chews on it, looks around the table, spits the bits into a trash can. "For years you knew we had problems. We got stockholders fighting among themselves, killing each other. Now the rest are chewing on my butt to kick yours. You're a bunch of used up, worthless ...." On and on he continues, taking a bite off the cigar, chewing it to bits, spitting out what is left. Just like he does the Board of Directors. ".... you good-for-nothing, irresponsible, duty derelicts. You're all fired!" He tosses what's left of the cigar into the trash can.
Out goes the beaten members, in comes the new, already looking pale.
The young lady pops the gavel on the table, BAMMM. "We needed answers an hour ago!" BAMMM. "Our stockholders have been asking for help for years!" BAMMM. "Your predecessors failed us for the last time!" BAMMM. "Your petty bickering among yourselfs will stop!" BAMMM. "We will not tolerate anymore of cover your own rear, special interest policies!" BAMMM. On and on she goes, point made, BAMMM, point made, BAMMM. Echos of gavel on table reverberating out of the room and down the halls, BAMMM, BAMMM, BAMMM. "We want the what, where, why, how answers before the end of the week!" BAMMM. "We want viable solutions in place before the bell rings in September!" BAMMM. "You fail us again, I'll turn you over to my colleague!" BAMMM! BAMMM!
The young man, fire still in his eyes, takes out another cigar, bites off the end, snarls at the new Board of Directors.