I’m in a meeting this afternoon with the investment bankers helping us put together Cyan’s film investment fund. After months of crunching numbers, drafting investment memorandums, putting together an extensive investor intranet, today we’re finally ready to move ahead, finally ready for the ibank to start heading out to their investor base.

“One last thing, though,” says one of the managing partners. “Is there anything we need to know, anything that might come up in due diligence about you as individuals or about Cyan as a company?”

We shake our heads.

“If there is, we just need to know in advance, to be ready with a response,” he continues.

I shake my head again. Yoav shakes his head again.

“Well,” says Colin, “there’s the porn.”

Our banker laughs nervously.

“No, seriously,” says Colin, before launching into an explanation, me occasionally chiming in to add detail. That, while seniors at Yale, he and I and two of our other friends started a fake secret society as a prank. That the prank quickly rose to national media attention. That the prank even culminated in our story becoming a movie for Comedy Central.

The rub being, the fake secret society, like the movie born from it, was entitled “Porn n’ Chicken”.

We weren’t actually pornographers we explain, we just convinced the media that we were. But, if you Google up our names collectively, you’ll likely stumble across something about it. So we talk a bit more about the prank, the motivation behind it, why it wasn’t really a big deal.

By the end, our bankers look significantly relieved.

“Still,” one of them asks, “porn and chicken?”

“Yes.”

“You know,” he concludes, “when I’m watching porn, fried chicken is usually the last thing on my mind.”