two cents, here we come

Like a siren on the rocks, the two cent Share Price is calling to her prey, NMS, to come over and hear the soft seductive sound of the gentle swells lapping over the hidden jagged edges that is two cents. Will she float over, to her impending doom and subsequent inevitble takeover at "old rope" prices. Or will she snap out of the trance wielded over her by the wicked penny dreaful siren and head into deeper safe waters under her new, quiet and secretive management towards profitablity. ? This old tub is halfway submerged on the issue price of the life raft that was paid for by already smited shareholders. Those that yearn for a few crumbs of Robin Kings huge yearly treasure chest full of shareholder gold coins and pieces of eight.