Mr. Pieces is the brains of our outfit. He's your typical businessman and focuses his greatest attention on the bottom line . . . under normal circumstances, of course. He's seemingly cute (at least on the outside) but a worthy adversary when it comes to bringing in those bucks. He spends no less than 14 hour workdays although you can oftentimes find him in a complete state of delusionary puzzlement. He has two left thumbs, he's impossible to converse with and absolutely hates interfacing with Scrooples. Mr. Pieces has been at the helm, selling jigsaw puzzles since 1974 when Uncle Sam decided to issue a registered trademark (®) for Compoz-A-Puzzle^®. Lots of people have since urged him to retire and relinquish control to a younger member of The Collective (maybe even Scrooples) . . . especially since he lost his whole family fortune in the aftermath of the gold debacle of 1980/81. This event basically fried his brain. That's not necessarily bad for the company since they stopped paying him once he demonstrated his inate inability to achieve any semblance of decorum concerning his personal finances. Now he's locked in and can't hook up anyplace. Ya know . . . he really has to get a life.

        Now he spends most of his time working hard (but inefficiently) and gets bogged down under the cardboard at least three times a week when he's not getting lost in the mazelike onslaught of web pages. No matter who's around, he cannot not put in his two cents on any subject. His opinions rarely carry any validity, but then again, who gives a           . He would love to fire Scrooples . . . he has the responsibility of controlling Scrooples' activities but not the authority to do anything about them. The last time they had a serious conversation was in 1990 when Scrooples told Mr. Pieces to "sit on it." Mr. Pieces never, ever, attends functions knowingly attended by Scrooples. There's no love lost between the two of them in this relationship. In fact, there's no love here . . . period (actually that's four periods, plus the one after the end parentheses).

        In addition to his dauntingly busy schedule of undoing the daily misdeeds created by Scrooples, he promises to return E-mail (in monotone yet precise articulation) within 24 hours from the time he wants to. If you ever have the time to send a note, everyone here at Compoz-A-Puzzle Inc. would appreciate it if you would tell Mr. Pieces, in no uncertain terms to . . . "get a life!" As you probably already know, he can be reached by letting your fingers do the walking all over your keyboard as follows: mrpieces@jigsawpuzzlesworldwide.com.

[P.S. -- Mr. Pieces graduated cum laude from St. John's University, Jamaica, New York, USA with a B.B.D. (Bachelor of Boards Degree) in motivational manipulation. While at St. John's, he played some varsity basketball under Lou Carneseca, but retired from sports when he broke his right elbow, on the rim,while going up for a dunk . . . no, he still doesn't think that was humerus. This one event, alone, changed his whole outlook on life and forced him to work for a living. That's when he connected with JPW and The Collective full time, and became a world-class entremanure.]

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