Seriously? Here's what the people who want things done
do.
Round up the admninistrative and financial bosses of these recalcitrant companies. Put them and their opponents in a large boardroom, lock the doors and windows, and shut off the air conditioning.
Announce that unless/until a decision is made that will convince those who owe money that their investments will not have been made in vain, there will be positively no lavatory breaks; nor shall there be any similar blocks of time made available for funky cigar consumption or eight-martini power lunches.
Once agreement is indeed met, all delinquent payments are to be made by cheque to the appropriate parties forthwith with at least three witnesses present, and with accompanying signed and sealed promissory note,
one furnished/offered per each corporation tendering payment. Said payments and note shall thence be delivered by courier--with foresaid witnesses accompanying--to the parties for whom the intentions to draw them were made.
(All right. I know that stuff like this doesn't happen in the real business world; but this is just another attempt to commune with the "In My Parallel Universe" muse. 
)
The idea, of course, ought to be to get these cheapskate welshers to meet their sundry responsibilities in a way that falls conspicuously short of outright intimidation. I can't believe I'm finding myself taking a union position in this mindlessness; but first times abound.
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