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Ra’s enters the room with grace. His men flank him on either side. Kool-Aid man looks up from his papers, peering over his glasses, and he gets up. “Mr. Al Ghul.” He extends his hand, Ra’s takes it. Ra’s sneers a little as his pulls his hands away and tries shaking it. Kool-Aid man’s hands are always a little bit sticky.
Kool-Aid settles into his seat once again with a big slosh. Ra’s remains standing even after Kool-Aid man gestures to the seat across from his desk. “I trust everything has been going well?” Ra’s glances around the room.
“Ohhh yeah,” the Kool-Aid man replies. Ra’s keeps himself from scoffing, at the man’s lackadaisical response, a head of the company and an absolute imbecile.
Ra’s returns his attention to the lackadaisical hippie that runs this company with no form of structure, it is amazing they can even produce distribute the product, “Mr. Aid I’m remorseful to inform you I have found a new, more lucrative deal.”
That causes the big red pitcher to snap to attention, “This is ludicrous Mr. Al Ghul, we have been long term partners for going on eight years now!” Red liquid splashes as Kool-Aid man violently erupts.
“Unfortunately, it is time for our partnership to come to a close.” Ra’s demeanor remains cool, his hands clasped together in front of him, and absolutely unperturbed by the outbreak.
“Who is this new partnership you have spearheaded?” Kool-Aid man mocks, as the child he always has been.
“I’m collaborating to create my own brand. We are no longer looking to merely enhance beverages, but to create synthetic replication. To put it simply your brand does not fit our goals, and we are trying to hit a different market. Now I will have our lawyers in contact, for the closings of this deal.”
“We can’t discontinue Lime-on!”
Ra’s simply states, “You don’t have to discontinue it, but you will no longer have access to my pits to lace your drinks. What I’m supplying you is worth much more than what you have been paying me. I fear you don’t even understand what it has the power to do. ” Kool-Aid is bubbling over, and Ra’s coolly retreats. His soldiers fall in an orderly line behind him.
Kool-Aid man slams his hands on the desk, and rams through it to chase after Ra’s. Kool-Aid man bust through the walls as he goes on his rampage, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” He trashes the desk, but Ra’s has already made his swift exit. The employees cower as their large breakable boss stampedes around.