Except, the very tall, patrician-looking Mr. Ed the Talking CEO doesn't look at all like the common man.....and he's lying through his perfect set of pearly whites.
It used to be that used-car salesmen were lowest on the totem pole of most trusted people. Who'da thunk that one of their bosses from the ranks of the elite, highly-educated, highly-paid nabobs of automotive commerce and industry, would work his way down to the very nadir of trustability....even below the smooth-talking sales promoters in the grubby cubicles of the auto showrooms.
Well, it looks like the aristocratic Mr. Ed the Talking CEO, in an epic faustian deal, sold his soul to Mr. O'Mephistopheles, and his soul and reputation will forever rot in the netherworld along with those of others who fall for the blandishments or blackmail employed by the Satan in the Oval Office.
Mr. Ed, I wouldn't buy a used car from you if it cost me $10, nor will I buy a new one from you either. I would even bring a taster along if I were invited to tea and a slice of devil's food cake at your private estate.
Leni
Mephistophelian bump....shiver....((( )))