B>Tagon: Where did one of my subordinates come up with that kind of money?
Pranger: It's not my job to know that.
Pranger: He was generous though. He paid fifty million up front, and told me I could keep whatever Tem Phica paid me. That turned out to be 25% of sixty million.
Pranger: By the way, once you and I get out alive, he owes me another fifty million, plus whatever it costs to repair the equipment I've lost.
Pranger: You know, Captain, right now you look like somebody just hit you between the eyes with a fencepost.
Tagon: A solid gold fencepost. Diamond-studded, I think.