Those guys I send eight bucks every seven weeks or so to make a new buy for me so I don't have to maintain a seat on the exchange and stuff certificates under my mattress? Oh. Yeah, they're pretty bad. Usually see them standing in front of their fancy offices in black cape and topcoat, malevolently twirling the ends of their curlycue mustaches with a deep, portentous chuckle.
Always found buggy whip manufacturers and roller skate key salesman a little worse myself, though.