Sad Guys on Trading Floors

Sure, they look happy now. But they forget: Beware the ides of March!

Well hello there.

I am eating your soul with my eyes.

OOooooOOOoo baaaybaayyy.  I want to layyy you doowwwnnnnnnn…

The next generation of traders begin their training.

These guys LOVE PHONES!!!

Invisible whistle.

Don’t you DARE leave me hanging here!!!

Just hear me out here. We paint ourselves blue, then just play drums on stage and not say a word. It’ll be HUGE!

MOM LOOK! I CAN TOUCH THE MONITOR THAT’S WAY UP HIGH!

na na nana na

HEY

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HEY

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