Oh, bullshit. Colette and I busted ass on that lousy planet for weeks -- not my fault the situation changed up every fifteen seconds and you left us out of the loop.
I'll get three-quarters, seeing as I've got to send half of it Colette's way anyway. And who knows, maybe I'll finish the job for free someday. Not like the prick doesn't still have it coming.
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