Another Morning

[vespa_alien]

All right. *ahem*

Hello? Is this thing on? *fiddle* HELLO?

All right, there we go.

ATTENTION, MR. GUNTER VON WHATEVERSWISHYDUDE

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[sexy_swordsman]

GAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!

[vespa_alien]

TICK.

TOCK.

[sexy_swordsman]

...Define "nice things?" ^^;;

[vespa_alien]

Money, chocolate, backrubs, and keeping the patrolmen from oppressing my free speech would all be great first gestures.

[sexy_swordsman]

Can we settle for something a little less...likely to damage my sanity? ^^;;

[vespa_alien]

I'M SORRY, I COULDN'T HEAR YOU OVER HOW COMPELLING THIS NOTEBOOK IS.

[sexy_swordsman]

But...I can't help you break the law! That would be wrong!

[vespa_alien]

If you REALLY have to be such a stick-in-the-mud, then I'll replace the last one with you becoming my Assistant Stage Manager.

[sexy_swordsman]

A-alright ^^;;

[vespa_alien]

Glad we have a deal. How much money and chocolate is this worth to you?

[sexy_swordsman]

...let me go check my funds.

[vespa_alien]

CHECK THEM QUICKLY!

[sexy_swordsman]

...Is $150 enough?

[vespa_alien]

Maybe. Let's see the chocolates.

[sexy_swordsman]

Oh, of course. I picked up some on the way back.

((mods, Gunter spent $75 on large amounts of fancy chocolate))

[vespa_alien]

That'll do, Assistant Stage Manager!

*takes money and chocolate, hands back notebook*

There may be a few pages missing, though. You'll have to take that up with another pink-haired girl.