So, it had been a fine day for Capitalism for four hours. That was not so bad? A shadow of Matt's usual grin ghosted across his face, as he folded his hands primly and rested them in his lap.
His energy reserves were slowly recharging. Being in close vicinity to Mista Vernand always accelerated the process and it wouldn't take much longer until he was his cheerful self again.
"Hey, I ain't doin' it on purpose! Not this time!" Wall Street amended, looking genuinely hurt. "Tell those stupid investors' not to get their panties in a twist 'cause it could be worse, much worse, 'n yes, it is time to knock off. Are ya gonna?"