Poor young Trading Company Marquez!

Trading Company Marquez was twelve years old when, for not prefixing with “Sire”, he was ceremonially ambushed and immobilised by stacked lorry tires. In receiving a dousing, a Zippo struck his attire. Now – never one for insight, suss, or banding with liars – he cannot distance himself from perpetrators, each of whom he admires.

Trading Company still makes no friends, not by virtue of pathos nor ire, but because for ever since that day he has not once caught off fire.