Thursday December 12, 2002
Book 2: The Teraport Wars — Post Post-Dated Check Loan


DoytHaban: (doyt) Hi, Mister Bongo. I hear you're offering me my old bounty-hunter job back?
Bongo: Yeah, We just can't live without you around here, Doyt.
DoytHaban: (doyt) Heh, It's nice to feel needed. Problem is, the more I think about it, the more I remember how much that job really sucked.
Bongo: Well, that's why i'm throwing in about 50% more money.
DoytHaban: (haban-thinking) Turn him down politely and say goodbye, now.
DoytHaban: (doyt) Right. see, if it were only about the money, i'd just sail in there and rob you. The answer is a big, fat no.
DoytHaban: (doyt) A big fat no, for a big fat jerk. (haban-thinking) Doyt, I hope you realize that you said that out loud instead of just thinking it.(doyt-thinking) Oh. oops.