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Post by SceneMod on Mar 2, 2010 14:49:38 GMT -5
Actually, the Emirate hasn't done poorly at all. He made Fetch laugh, and the orange furball appreciates someone who can make him laugh.
Still, Fetch is rather ready to conclude this meeting.
He takes several long puffs on his cigar, the says a bit exasperated, "For the love a' Pete, can ya just sign the damn things? I've been up and up w/ ya both from the straightaway, which is a damn sight better treatment than ya'd get from them fancy smancy stations ya can't afford."
Yes, being honest about how he's going to try and rip you off is a point of pride for the stationmaster. He doesn't want anyone coming back and claiming they didn't know what they were walking into.
"And don't you forget ya gotta sign the translator's agreement too, old man," Fetch adds, pointing at Kup.
He then leans back in his chair, grumbling to himself, as he waits for the two robots to just get on with it.
We can end on Xaaron's post, if you guys like.
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Post by Kup on Mar 5, 2010 19:45:13 GMT -5
Regardless of how much Emirate Xaaron may need them, Kup doesn't have them. Not here and now, anyway.
He picks up the extra form from Fetch and signs, grumbling, "Worse than 201A."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 8, 2010 18:58:31 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron sighs and signs the forms, wondering just what he's really signing away and what he's gotten his men into.
End.
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