The brown notes of love filled the air as the management teams of CapFed called in companies to buy and add their camo float turd know how. The interest turds listens and tentatively circled the pond. Each call drew them closer. One was about to land! Then, without warning, discord from Discus! A sour note of stinky brown filled the air. The camo turd expertise they craved suddenly turned and flew away. All eyes were on the king turd. What was that? Discus said he was afraid to spend the money, the cost was too high, management could roll their own turds. In disgust, they threw their turd callers into the water and crawled away. Another day of going nowhere, in a company with no vision, and a management with no self respect. Next episode. Strife among the turds. Back stabbing and secrets rule the day.