Mumbling. “I know he can get the job, but can he do the job? I know that Harry. I am not arguing that with you. I am not arguing that with you. I am not arguing that with you.”
Mamma woke with a start. Sweaty brow. Clammy hands. An unpleasant taste in his mouth. The closest that dream had come to a hat was a nightmare scenario where the hatrack kept failing. Unizone was getting too big. Too greedy. Putting its workers behind the 8 ball with no mutual return. 5 ‘bits to get 70 points of damage? This was a bridge too far. For the sake of his crew he’d have to step outside the monopoly and privateer. He just wanted a little respect for his work, not to be treated like a faceless drone decoy. Gotta’ get out of this rat race.
Therefore, I’m asking if anyone is willing to front b40 to help my crew get independent. Willing to discuss any reasonable repayment terms.
