A bloody, stinking, fetid version of trench warfare.
You’re in a battlefield where there are no rules of engagement, no standards of conduct. No prisoners are taken and your life savings are “liberated” once you sign.
Modern franchise warfare succeeds, largely, as a confidence game: deceit and confusion are it’s siren song.
You have to keep your wits about you and keep it in your pants. You can successfully operate on Franchise VD but, unfortunately, the patient always dies on the table (see Quiznos farce).
Don’t sign anything (new or old) no matter how much she pouts, threatens or holds out.
[she’s actually your bitch, btw] 😉