And lay off your damn cellphones and blackberries! And put on a sweater, start burning old copies of the National Post for heat! And lay off the fucking copier machines! And no more magazines in the lobby! Burn the back copies for heat! And any travel shall proceed via the company bicycle! If everyone can save a little money, we can all make it through this! Sell your old Conrad Black paraphernalia! That picture of him strangling a hippy oughtta be worth a few bucks!
And so on, and so forth.