Saturday September 21, 2002
Scab:Hey sweetheart. Spare a coupla credits?
Elf:Funny. I was 'bout to ask you punks the same thing. Seems you grabbed a coupla thousand credits what belonged to a friend of mine.
Elf:I know times are rough, though. I got this proposition for how I can earn the money.
Scab:Woo! Say no more, sweet-cheeks.
Elf:You got that exactly wrong, pencil-neck. It's 'Say sweet-cheeks no more.' I don't do that kind of work.