upon the tragically wasted lives of those urchins whose twisted infancy was spent amidst the depraved, in the ghettoes of the now universally-despised Toddlers' pre-MBA Schools
-- wherein their every word, exchanged with the other incarcerated waifs --
came at a spreadsheet calculated cost.. to be tabulated monthly and paid out of their meagre allowances.
(No Credit: IP to be paid first, then frills: air, food, water expenses.)

Later on, as these twisted infrahuman personalities began to collect fees from their classmates, in normal achools (with the aid of squads of brutal enforcers, who received a cut, an Armani brown shirt and endangered-species boots)
-- for every hint given about a homework assignment:

Their devious inculcations subsumed them deeper into the charnel house of,
A Price on Everything
-- and soon.. these miserable wretches glimpsed a future in which they might escape any semblance of The-Trap-most-Feared: the necessity of doing an honest day's labour, in return for sustenance. While still Feeling Good about Themselves.

Today, as we mop up the last of the jack-booted Administrators of these soul-destroying Temples of Emotional Prostitution, for relocation to their coin-slot operated enclosures on the Island of Elbe -

where every breath is metered, Cash-only, via the Faith-in-Advertising formula:
Monthly Allowance = [(food allowance)\ufffdx + (air allowance)\ufffd(1-x)]
-- no credit cards, debentures or other financial instruments may be used --

Let us affirm our solidarity against the cupidity which ruined the lives of these waifs and all who experienced their Midas touch:

ie.

SHUN an MBA Today !!!