Cora & Tina's Bottom Line

Straight from the healthy corporate advertising pitch three-hour, triweekly class, Cora and Tina found a grassy patch neighboring, their cool down swimming pool providing tranquil moments, essential during the studious agenda period.

“We need to stretch out these shorts and tee shirts our PT sponsors sent us,” Cora instructed, pulling out merchandise, intended for strategically product placement.

“They need accurate measurements and expandable probing exploration,” Tina clarified.

“Handle more expected huge bottom-line poundage due to excess pork barrel spending.”

Moments later, freshman Ken Dall departed the boys' dorms, carrying academic texts, weighing mindful interpretive debatable dialogue ideas.

“Who is that?” Cora noticed using her corner eye.

“Ken Dall,” Tina answered, “associate algorithm flow chart expert, first year artificially intelligent enrolled pupil.”

“Do you think he did not see anything tease fully tempting?” Cora addressed innocently presenting a cheerleader pose.

“Investing in a bigger bottom line? Cora?” Tina inquisitively remarked, taking a second look, perusing the work out half pants provided, “he is intelligent but in an artificial way, bottom line friendly.”

Nose twitching, adjusting glasses, Ken Dall continued walking a private path, “where do you think he is going?” Cora’s shout could be heard across campus.

“Library,” Tina responded.

Due to campus living, pedestrian traffic travel kept everybody in shape; Ken Dall found the architecturally designed self-education steps within minutes.

Trailing behind him, Cora and Tina followed the scholastic underclassman, watching his invasion into the knowledgeable universe.

“If Ken Dall needs glasses,” Cora surmised, “then he should have routine visual globe organ reviews.”

“Yeah,” Tina stopped for a second, “but how do we convince him to go?”

Spotting the student Coffee Cafe, Cora disappeared, reemerging holding a plastic straw, “that will do,” Tina continued.

Navigating numerous informative publications, shelving trivia tidbits, stacked, filling both right and left open spaces, allowing interested researchers, fingertip access. “There he is, “Cora discovered, “sitting, nice and comfortable.”

“With one of those introductory books,” Tina issued a warning whisper, “Cora.”

“Yes, Tina, Ken Dall is experiencing first few chapters explaining optical illusions syndrome,”

“Tina, well it is time for chapter two,” Cora moistened the cafe wrapper before straw insertion and initiating, a neutralizing kiss blowing exercise.

Timing the assault perfectly taking advantage of Ken Dall’s framed lenses resting, not entertaining any sightseeing duties. “Direct hit,” Cora and Tina reported.

Watching the body slump not moving a muscle, the two evacuated the cramming quiet zone, “let’s go,” Cora suggested, “wait a second,” Tina revealed a cell phone, “Professor Milan, we got another one, fourth floor, media center.”

No one said a word, as Professor Milan collected the specimen transporting, Ken Dall, finding the best eye checker outer.

Days later, Cora and Tina received the medical report, “patient examined,” the document Professor Milan prepared stated, “Carefully embedded a microchip that will give Ken Dall the ability to read and remember the words verbatim.”

Sitting back dorm room relaxing, Cora and Tina wondered what reciting text skills could be effectively applied, besides successfully passing tests. Outside the pay phone rang, “do you want to get it?” Cora asked, signaling Tina.

Leaving the door open, both roommates heard the conversation, confirming business meeting and an expanded bottom line discussion. “Tina?”

“What Cora?”

“Do you remember what business economics term paper we gave Professor Milan today?”

Tina shrugged her shoulders and Cora remembered Ken Dall, proofread the homework assignment, “Ken Dall can present our findings.”

“And this whole situation will be water under the bed?” Tina thoughtfully concluded.

Next day Executive Administrator J Chan sat, hands folded observing, two stereotypical American images attentively standing, “Mr. Chan,” Cora greeted.

“I would like to introduce Ken Dall, displaying our expandable bottom line,”

After hearing the impressive quick money results J Chan smiled, “yes, a product like that will have a larger audience and more flexible purchaser figures.”

“Sounds good to me,” Cora agreed.

“Good job Ken Dall,” Tina added, “you really have an eye for our stage show.”