*Neil the Ork Barbarian ringtone*
"King County Morgue. You kill 'em, we chill 'em.
Who? Oh. Yeah, yeah I remember you.
Whoa whoa whoa...pump your brakes, guy. I ain't your chummer, I ain't your partner, and I ain't your friend. I am your nearly total stranger who sometimes does a little biz in the 'things you need but don't have' arena. So stop wasting my time with the chit chat. Tick tick, time is money. Whaddaya want?
I'm sorry, you said what? Uh huh. Uh huh.
Oh, so we are making jokes, now? Allow me to retort.
*click*
*Neil the Ork Barbarian ringtone*
"If this is you, again, the next words I hear had best be a heartfelt apology...
You're frakking serious?
Are you a cop? Yeah, that's just what a cop would say. Listen, chummer, maybe I can get it, maybe I can't.
Yeah, now you're my chummer - cause if I find this for you, you're putting my whelps through college, bright boy.
Here's how this is gonna go down:
One. If..If...I can find this thing for you, I get a finders fee. And I don't do credit, favors, or fat chicks, so you better have the yen to cover it.
Two. I ain't finding this by tomorrow. I gotta go after this on the lo-low, and seeing as it is seriously toxic illegal style goods, chances are it ain't gonna be local.
Three. Travel and docs ain't covered in the finders fee. No free rides, buddy. So ka? Also, you're going to need serious weight for the goods, the install, the docs...we're talking shadow clinics in Chiba, choomba.
You taking notes? Good.
If you don't mind my asking, where DID you get this kind of walking around money, anyway? You make any terrifying frakking enemies I should know about? I don't want to wake up dead before I can spend my cut, is all, slick...."
-Jn-
Ifriti Sophist