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Last fall Cargill was accused by Pioneer Hi-Bred International, a leading seed developer, of stealing its closely guarded genetic material. Initially, Cargill vehemently denied any wrongdoing, but during settlement talks it acknowledged uncovering "problem areas." Though it won't elaborate much, Cargill says an employee who previously worked for Pioneer and is the target of a lawsuit may have mixed some of Pioneer's breeding material into Cargill's seed corn products without the company's knowledge...
...turns away for just a few seconds and suddenly discovers that three-year old Ben is gone. Search efforts are futile, except for forging the unlikely friendship between sweet Beth and the tough, hysterical head investigator, Whoopie Goldberg. Goldberg is realistic and tactless, introducing herself to Beth as, "Hi my name is Candy, Candy Bliss. Sounds like a porn-star....What can I say, presents can be so cruel to kids." Naturally this ironic remark drives Beth to tears, and for the next nine years, angst-ridden, she tries to cope, unsuccessfully, with her guilt over Ben's loss...
Typical Response from [slightly buzzed] Typical College Guy: "Hi! I think you lost your scrunchee! Here let me find it for you..." [They start bopping to Cyndi Lauper...
...tall guy in a button-down blue shirt stops next to us. "Hi," he says. "You guys want to dance?" We are already dancing, so the question seems a little unnecessary. We continue to dance, with him now beside us. "I hate dancing," he says, now confusing us a bit. "I suck at it." He speaks the truth, so neither of us argue. We all stop dancing, and he tries to engage in conversation, which is difficult because we can't hear a word he says--the Backstreet Boys are just too loud. His name is Chris...
...tall guy in button-down blue shirt stops next to us. "Hi," he says. "You guys want to dance?" We are already dancing, so the question seems a little unnecessary. We continue to dance, with him now beside us. "I hate dancing," he says, now confusing us a bit. "I suck at it." He speaks the truth, so neither of us argue. We all stop dancing, and he tries to engage in conversation, which is difficult because we can't hear a word he says--the Backstreet Boys are just too loud. His name is Chris...