#pi You're pumping it, he's pumping it too, your goals align so you pump together, but you don't know what price he wants to pump it to. Right now it feels like you're allies, but you have no idea when he'll quietly bail on you and become a deserter, leaving you stranded. You promised to grow old together, but he secretly took off and got his hair dyed. We were literally lifting the sedan chair together to pump the price, you just ran off first and left me holding the bag. You ran off so clean and decisive—we had just built such a huge position, finally trapped all the retail traders in our circle, and now they're all panicking and fleeing. I ended up being the bag holder. It's not easy laying traps for these retail sheep, the least you could do is leave me something to work with—but you've pulled out every last root.