Woundwort trudges back towards the Phong's Head, watching as a convoy of supply trucks rumbles towards the rear cargo entrance. He notices a Toydarian hovering near the front entrance. He motions him around to the side alley.
"Hey, Woundawort, I'va gotz the droiza you asked... hey, you no looka so good. Whazzap?"
[pause] "...have you ever seen a Class II felinoid in a toga?"
"No, thata I hava to say I haven't. Dohnna want to either."
"You got that right. Did you say you have the battledroids?"
The Toydarian shows a nasty grin. "Thatza right. Good ones, too. What with the Star Wars franchise agoing to the pits, you'va got quite a bargain. Lotza the pinwheel combat droids, a-tweaked to youra specifications. We stilla gotta deal?"
Woundwort pauses, thinking of the implications of Deadstar's comments to the Boss...
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Also i would hire my own staff (fully combat trained female bodyguards and bouncers)
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"You're darn right we have a deal."
Woundwort reaches into one of his pockets, pulls out a checkbook, and draws up a check from the Traveller's Aid Society... from his own personal account...
[ July 14, 2003, 18:45: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]