"Oh, how cute, they don't do much." Didn't those exact words come out your mouth in those who knows how many board meetings? (Of course we didn't do much. Of course we were all live corpses by then.) So it was no wonder that this was the justification you used so you could sell us to the third world as a stop-gap for strikkodrene resonators and vermilli-powered kaleido-rooms.
Capture thirteen allogon.