Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. No positions, no orders, nothing bleeding — just a bloke leaning on the tray waiting for something to break.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. No positions, no orders, nothing to pack in spinifex. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them dipped enough to bother with. No positions, no orders, nothing to grease. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped enough to be worth a bolt. Market's open, wallet's shut.