Greetings children. I am Mordecai’s father. Hello boy. How are you. Look at your father, boy. Look upon your father with pride. Hear me now, children, for my occupation is of much import. For eighty two I’ve been an oil man… a baron, some have called me. Now what does an oil baron do? The answer…
CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES
GRAIN THEIR BONES INTO DIRT
MAKE THEM REGRET THEY WERE EVER BORN
Oil is not for the weaK. It is the Earth’s milK and only the strong may suckle at mother’s teat. You hear me boy? Only the strong - look at me boy, look at your father, look at me. One man came close to breaking me, H.R. Pickens, he did not succeed. For I CRUSHED HIM INTO THE GROUND.
OIL HAS LITTLE TO WITH PROFIT, MARN. Oil is about domination of the spirit, allow me to demonstrate; CHILDREN, point to the weakest in your CLASS! And we shall ruin their spirit as I ruined the spirit of H.R. Pickens so long ago.
You are weak like H.R. Pickens!
Feel this, boy. Understand the pain. You think I was always the picture of strength that i am now? Mind over flesh, boy! I was born seven months too early; incubation technology was still in its infancy, so they placed me in a cast iron POT inside of a pizza oven until i was RRRRIPE ENOUGH TO WALK. My bones never hardened, but my spirit did. BE STRONG AND CRRRRUSH YOUR ENEMIES.
Perhaps I was not clear. Luckily I brought a visual aid which will illuminate the ins and outs of the oil industry. This dead bird! Represents those who would wish you ill, once proud, flying high above the Earth, in bloody defiance of her gifts. And now you RETURN HER TO ASH!
Naked and defeated, AND YOU [???] H.R. PICKENS
I CRUSHED YOU INTO THE GROUND, AND NOW YOUR BONES TURN TO OIL BENEATH MY LIVING FEET. I MARRIED YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER. FILLED HER BELLY WITH MY FESTERING SEED AND SIRED A BOY. HE IS MY FINAL REVENGE, H.R.
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