Locked In

Idea

Sunlight streamed in through the small cracks in the blinds, illuminating the dull office room where a fat man sat hunched over his desk. A pool of saliva waterfalling out of his open mouth. An unusually robotic rooster crow echoed through the room. The fat man woke with a start. His half open eyes searched the room for some sort of familiarity. He winced as memories of the previous night flood his mind. He brought his greedy sausage like fingers to his temples and began firmly rubbing small circles. Dark bags hung below the circular man's eyes, his thinning mousy brown hair stuck at odd angles and his usually smirking lips were frozen in a frown. Things were not going as planned for Mr Randall Weineriemer. His beloved Walmart was losing revenue and risked being shut down forever. Competition is good for business. At least thats what they had told him when Target had opened up on the other side of Gillette Mall. Then Shopko opened. They said it would be fine. They said it would help business. They lied. Mr Weineriemer needed an idea, and fast.