Finding a Cure for Rimples

A consultant owns a fancy restaurant downtown. There he sits down to lunch with two struggling companies. One sells bread, the other, pharmaceuticals.

Bread Seller: We are going bankrupt. How to we sell more bread?
Consultant: Create a demand for your bread.
Bread Seller: How do we do that?
Consultant: Talk to this drug guy here.
Drug Guy: Hey.
Bread seller: Howdy.
Drug Guy: We want to sell more drugs.
Bread Seller: Good for you. I feel fine. Scram.
Consultant: Hear him out, man.
Bread Seller: Alright genius, five minutes, but only because this ciabatta is delicious.
Drug Guy: You broke?
Bread Seller: Almost.
Drug Guy: Ready to make a deal.
Bread Seller: Yep.
Drug Guy: We can promise higher bread sales if you use our recipe.
Bread Seller: There's nothing wrong with our recipe.
Drug Guy: Oh, it won't affect the flavor. We just need to add one ingredient.
Bread Seller: What's that.
Drug Guy: I can't tell you.
Bread Seller: Seriously. Scram. I've heard enough bogus proposals.
Drug Guy: Here's a million dollars, cash.
Consultant: I get some of that.
Drug Guy: If he takes it.
Consultant: Tell him.
Drug Guy: Alright, look, Mr. bread man, you want to feed your family, right?
Bread Seller: Right.
Drug Guy: You want your employees to have jobs, right?
Bread Seller: Right.
Drug Guy: We sell drugs. And that is how we feed our families, so we have that in common.
Bread Seller: Right.
Drug Guy: You let us put a tiny...and I mean TINY bit of poison in your bread and we will give you a million dollars a month. No one will ever notice.
Bread Seller: Poison?
Drug Guy: Well, yes. You see, small amounts cause a mild disease, Rimples, and we manufacture the only cure. Rimples isn't lethal, of course. Perfectly safe. We would never kill off our customers. We just need some extra cases of Rimples to generate a market for our product. The revenue will help us support the other good and helpful drugs, which cure natural diseases.
Bread Seller: Who the hell is this joker? That's the most corrupt thing I've ever heard.
Consultant: Please listen closely.
Drug Guy: We will also pay all of your advertising costs. Bullwort Bread will be the most popular product the world over, and our drug will sell like hotcakes.
Bread Seller: Won't people notice everyone is getting Rimples?
Drug Guy: Nope. Only 1 in 100 people are even susceptible to it. This can't cause any sort of epidemic.
Consultant: It's only a trace amount of poison. The bread will be perfectly safe in moderation. Only folks who eat lots of Bullwort Bread will have even a chance of contracting Rimples. But we need volume...millions of loaves. This is going to be big, real big. You are about to become very wealthy.
Bread Seller: No.
Drug Guy: What?
Bread Seller: Scram. I'd rather burn in hell than poison the globe. Get outa here.
Drug Guy: Very well. Oh, one more thing...did you enjoy your lunch?
Bread Seller: Yes. Delicious.
Drug Guy: Good. However, I strongly recommend two of these [hold up pills].
Consultant: Mr. Bullwort. I'm sorry, but you have only minutes to make your decision.
Drug Guy: By the way, in large amounts the poison just as tasteless and causes Drimples, which causes almost instant death. Preliminary symptoms include severe anxiety.
Bread Seller: [Pause]
Consultant: I suggest you negotiate.
Bread Seller: Two million.
Drug Guy: Deal.
Consultant: Sign here.
Bread Seller: The pills.
Consultant: [Grabs pills] I have them.
Bread Seller: [Signs, takes pills and swallows them]. You are both evil bastards, ya know.
Drug Guy: Tell us about it.
Consultant: We know. Filthy rich, evil bastards.
Drug Guy: And look! No Rimples!
Bread Seller: Or Drimples!
All: [Laugh]