The crowd chanted "Murphy! Murphy! Murphy!" as Roger Dunbarton, the CEO of Mohican Airways, happily and triumphly signed the deal to save Mohican Airways. Roger Dunbarton, called up his limo, and jumped in. "Pogo!" he called. Bob Pogo drove on his cart to the limo, and while struggling, squeezed into the door. They both sat back and relaxed, waiting for the rest of their men to leave the scene. When the coast was clear, Dunbarton spoke. "We're a family. Heh!" he sarcastically said. He then complained, "The shit that came out of his mouth was like an arrow shot into my chest! Now I'm bleeding like crazy from pulling the arrow out known as Frank's little sad speech!" mocking the pen as an arrow. Bob Pogo gasped, "You mean he's a traitor?" he asked. "You should've thought twice about promoting sappy little jerk offs like him! That waste of semen is fired! But don't worry about trying to find another manager. I have one that could easily skewer their happy go lucky win and keep them in line, like a Mohican Indian and his knife!" Explained Dunbarton. Pogo, not knowing of the consequences, went with what he said. "Well that saves me the trouble of having to look for someone else. A man who could have such terrifying power. I could vision the assault he led on those goddamn baggage donkies, and maybe even take care of nabbing the cigarettes and lighters!" Pogo said.
Frank, looking for his car, was stopped by Bob Pogo. "Dunbarton would like a word with you." Pogo said. Frank went up to Dunbarton's limo. "Frank, no one's talked to me like that in 30 years." Dunbarton said. "Just spoke from the heart." Frank explained. Dunbarton wished him a Merry Christmas. He signaled to Pogo, and Pogo nodded. "Congratulations, Frank! Your little sermon saved the airline." Pogo said. "Thanks Bob, tell Mr. Dunbarton if there's anything he needs I'll do it!" Frank happily responded. Pogo said "Well... there is one thing." and Frank said to name it. "He needs you to clean out your office." Said Pogo. Frank gasped and said "What?!" "You're done, Frank." Pogo explained. Frank questioned him firing him on Christmas. Bob Pogo explained "No no, he's firing you on Christmas Eve. That way you can watch your kids open the presents you CAN'T afford! You blew it, Frank! You insulted Dunbarton!" "All I did was appeal to his humanity." Said Frank. "Exactly." Pogo responded. "Bob, I've got a family to feed! What am I gonna do?!" Frank questioned. "Not my problem, you fucking traitor! It was a mistake to promote you anyway. You WEREN'T fit for management. Happy Holidays!" Pogo exclaimed. Frank, in boiling anger, turned the car off. "Frank, what are you doing? We're done here!" Pogo said. "You are, but I'm not. Not fit for management? I've been carrying you for 3 months, I just saved the airline, saved your goddamn job which appears to be nothing but eating, and you stood by while I got fired?! Well fuck you, fuck Dunbarton, and FUCK YOU, YOU MISERABLE LIVING TUB OF LIVING SHIT!" Frank screamed at him. He showed him the keys. "Hey you want these? You want your keys" He questioned. Bob told him not to throw them. "Ah I wouldn't do that to you Bobby. They're at your feet! Merry Christmas, Bob!" Said Frank as he dropped the keys and trapped him in the car. Bob tried to reach for the keys, but kept hitting his horn. "You fucker! You FUCKER! You're not human! You can't leave me here, I'll die!"