The Corporate Fatcat was busy greasing his pockets and stirring
the honey pot when he was approached by a tenured assembly worker. This man was hardworking and trustworthy; a
rough and tumble blue collar Joe.
Respectfully asking for a taste of the honey and perhaps a swab of the grease, the Corporate Fatcat merely grimaced with disdain and replied, "you leave the Fatcatting to me."
Leaving honeyless and greasless, the tenured assembly worker uttered, "God-Damn Corporate Fatcats."