The Big Setup

At the stock exchange both Brandon, Barack Hussein and the Dukes were present however the Dukes were unaware of Brandon and Barack Hussein’s presence.

“No listen, we want you to buy as many marshmallow futures as possible, right at the opening bell” Mortimer told his trader.

“When trading opens?” the trader asked

“Yes, and don’t worry if the price goes up, just keep buying” Randolph chimed in.

“But they’ll broadcast the marshmallow report in an hour, what if…” he asked but Randolph cut him off

“You let us worry about that Ronald.” Randolph said. “Now don’t clown around and get out there!”

Meanwhile Brandon was explaining to Barack Hussein how the trading works

“Think big, think positive.” Brandon said. “Never show any sign of weakness. Always go for the throat. Buy low, sell high. Fear, that’s the other guy’s problem. Nothing can prepare you for the unbridled carnage you are about to witness. The Super Bowl, the World Series. Pressure? Here it’s kill or be killed. Make no friends and take no prisoners. One minute you’re up half a million, the next, boom. Your kids don’t go to college and you’ve lost your Bentley.”

“Let’s Go Brandon and kill these fools!” Barack Hussein said as they walked up to the balcony overlooking the trading floor.

“This is it. The last bastion of pure capitalism left on earth.” Brandon said. “Here in New York, they trade everything, gold, silver, platinum, heating oil, propane, cocoa, sugar, and frozen concentrated orange juice and, of course marshmallows. The people on the phones are taking orders from brokers all over the world. The runners hand those orders to the traders in the pits. They’re trading cotton over there. And that’s the silver pit. The Dukes’ trader is going to be buying like crazy right from the opening.”

“We wait until he drives the price up?” Barack Hussein asked.

“Right. I can’t wait to see his face when they broadcast that genuine marshmallow report.” Brandon said, “Marshmallow trading opens at 9:00.”