Foreman Andrews was businessman. He was a large and muscular man. He had shaggy hair and bushy beard. He had no superstition. He did not believe in ghosts, witches, or fairies!
"What you saw yesterday was a trick of the light! There's nothing mysterious happening there!" He pulled out his cellphone and viewed his very fat bank balance. His puffy lips kissed the screen.
"You'll get more of this when you finished this project! Another fat check from the Tzevaot Company!"
After the pep talk to himself, Foreman Andrews went out to deliver another pep talk to his crew. All ten of them. Men who were all brawns and small brains!
"Okay, boys! Who wants a fat paycheck every week?" He mentioned a four-digit weekly salary.
All ten pairs of eyes bulged and almost popped out of their sockets!
"Me
