...ravelled discontinuous trading (RDT)? And don't bother me. I am entranced by the sexual politics between Mr. QQQ (his name speaks for itself), the sleazy Mr. Wop (who's definitely bi-), and the highly conflicted Miss Price. Mr. QQQ is so pretty, she likes to be close to him when he's 'round.
...you may steal anything I have. Just don't try to trade it. When the hospital says my new brain is ready for to be transplanted, I'll take YOU on. The current one isn't up to the challenge.
...shrieks Miss Price. "These nasty buyers are pushing me back toward that slippery Mr. Wop! With any kind of luck they'll blow me right past him! This is so embarrassing! My dainty little double bottom is showing! Surely that was the low point of MY day! And where is that gorgeous Mr. Q? Gotta watch him, he can stop on a dime!"
..."Will somebody please give me a dime so I can get away from this creep Wop? Dull Mr. Open (smug bastard just SITS there all day! he knows you have to come to him!) is looking better all the time!"
..."Be careful what you wish for, girl! My legs are spread wide and Mr. Open is right on TOP of me! Whatever shall I do to get away? I'm so upset I'm getting congested! I may even break out! Especially now that that opportunist Wop is closing in on me! Or is it because that damed QQQ is 'round? Wop loves to squeeze me in between him and that lazy Open. Sick bastard!"
..."A girl does what she must. Mr. Open is such a slug that he might as well be a flat line. But at least when I get close to him, Mr. Wop keeps his distance. That sneaky Wop crosses him a couple of times every day, but then he usually learns to keep his distance! And Mr. Q is actually pretty good company when he's 'round. I think we'll all just take a nap together! But we're all so CLOSE! I don't think a TICK would fit between us!"
..."A girl can only take that for so long! I had to break out of that sticky situation! So I stole a dime from Mr. QQQ (that's all he had in his pocket.) But a DIME will take a girl only so far!"
..."A Mr. Hod just accosted me and said angrily: 'Young lady, you are a fraud! You're not what you seem to be at all! You're having a falsie breakout!'"
..."Mr. Open likes me. So it's back to him. He's pretty safe. After all, all he does is just lie there. Usually all he wants me to do is rub up against him three or four times and then he'll let me go."