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Today was the second Wednesday of the month or Loan Repayment Day (such a nice name), time for the pigs to fork out their hard earned cash to a Heartless Financial Institution. The operative this month was Bigbadd Wolfe (no relation to the owner), who wondered why they considered “Debt Collecter/Repo Agent” a promotion from Sub Branch Manager. At least it was a lucky escape from the last mass sacking - 2000 fired to “cut costs”, despite the bank’s 3 billion dollar profit. “I’m a comin.” The door slowly swung inwards, depositing a pile of dust on Bigbadd’s head. “No!” retorted the pig.

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rdfs:comment	Today was the second Wednesday of the month or Loan Repayment Day (such a nice name), time for the pigs to fork out their hard earned cash to a Heartless Financial Institution. The operative this month was Bigbadd Wolfe (no relation to the owner), who wondered why they considered “Debt Collecter/Repo Agent” a promotion from Sub Branch Manager. At least it was a lucky escape from the last mass sacking - 2000 fired to “cut costs”, despite the bank’s 3 billion dollar profit. “I’m a comin.” The door slowly swung inwards, depositing a pile of dust on Bigbadd’s head. “No!” retorted the pig.
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abstract	Today was the second Wednesday of the month or Loan Repayment Day (such a nice name), time for the pigs to fork out their hard earned cash to a Heartless Financial Institution. The operative this month was Bigbadd Wolfe (no relation to the owner), who wondered why they considered “Debt Collecter/Repo Agent” a promotion from Sub Branch Manager. At least it was a lucky escape from the last mass sacking - 2000 fired to “cut costs”, despite the bank’s 3 billion dollar profit. Bigbadd walked carefully up the path to the front door of a rundown house (the first “victim”). The path was made of cracked concrete and had an ample amount of weeds growing through the cracks to trip the unwary. Rusted car parts were scattered throughout the very overgrown garden of drought brown plants. The house was much worse though, it was made of fibro (painted a hideous shade of pink) and was up on brick pillars. Gaps in the walls had been plugged with straw but this hadn’t helped, and the house leaned precariously. Bigbadd rapped on the door. Pieces of it fell off. There was no answer from within the house. Bigbadd struck the door again, more fell off. There was a muffled answer: “I’m a comin.” The door slowly swung inwards, depositing a pile of dust on Bigbadd’s head. “Wadda ya want?” A fat pig wearing a stained singlet and brown shorts blocked the doorway. “Hello, Mr Pygg, (Bigbadd shook off the dust) you appear to be overdue on your loan repayments.” “No I’m not,” drawled the pig, who reeked of alcohol. “It says here, here, here, here and here that you are 7 months overdue on your loan repayments” responded Bigbadd (who was now getting impatient) while pointing at the official sheet of paper. “No!” retorted the pig. “Yes!” replied Bigbadd, pointing again at the document. The pig realized that he could not deny it and started pleading with Bigbadd. “Cmon I… I… work 15 hours a day to pay this off pleaz ya can’t throw me out I’m begin ya, I have 7 piglets ta pay for… if ya take the house the missus’ll throw me out fa sure… I can pay it juzt gimme a few weeks pleaz… im begin ya!” Bigbadd had heard this all before. “And I suppose you have a baby on the way too?” “Yes” replied the pig, “Twinz… no Tripletz!” “Sorry. You have 48 hours to vacate the premises or you will be forcefully evicted.” This had a bad affect on Mr Pygg, who then slammed the door and shouted something about getting a gun (and numerous expletives). “Hey!” exclaimed Bigbadd, “Come out and sign here, here and here or I will foreclose on the loan and get the council to knock your house down”. There was no reply. Twenty minutes later a special police team stormed the house, easily busting down what was left of the door and dragging out the pig in handcuffs. Bigbadd felt slightly sorry for Mr Pygg, while signing the form to have the house demolished for poor construction.

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