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[gottaknockhard]

[Ordinarily, stories about prison breaks and explosions would be right up Spike's alley. Today, however, he seems stressed out over something completely different. As if the upcoming holiday -- he hates all holidays, but this one in particular is the worst -- wasn't enough, he's been unemployed for way too long. Bills are going to start stacking up

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[black_dog_bite]

Sounds like you're in a bit of a bind.

[gottaknockhard]

[Jet is the last person he wants to freak out about this. Spike is supposed to be the responsible one over here.]

Not a bind. Just... a little setback. I'll figure something out.

[black_dog_bite]

Like what? You got anything in mind?

[gottaknockhard]

Other than the jokes idea? ... Maybe. [Maybe means no.]

[black_dog_bite]

[If there's anyone who knows the Spike code, it's Jet.]

You can have some of my food if you need it.

[gottaknockhard]

[Sigh.]

Thanks, Jet.

[black_dog_bite]

Don't worry about it.

So, how much do you think your jokes would go for?

[gottaknockhard]

Has to be enough to get a sandwich.

[black_dog_bite]

Collectively?

[gottaknockhard]

That's funny.

Teeheehee!

[black_dog_bite]

How 'bout I sell that one and give you the profits?

[gottaknockhard]

I'm a lucky guy to have all your support.

[black_dog_bite]

I'm always around for a friend.

[gottaknockhard]

[He should ask how Jet's job search is going too, but that's probably not the best road to go down. Can be a sensitive area.]

I know you are.

[black_dog_bite]

[He wouldn't object. He's feeling pretty optimistic.]

Let e know if you need anything, Spike.

[gottaknockhard]

I could go for a beer.