Mamma slumped down into his new recliner. It certainly was more comfortable than he had thought it would be on first viewing. The boys had wandered off to Duck’s to see if Browf would let them play with his air hockey table. He could go for some comfy slippers right now, he’d have to talk with Sir Galaxy, see what he’d want for them. Maybe look into a bathrobe, really do it up right. A pipe, perhaps? I mean, really, the end goal was a hat reminiscent of The General’s, would it make more sense to just jump straight to that or would he be hitting out of his range? This seemed like something to build up to. Worth considering both angles right now. It’s not like he’d be stopping off at The Royal Bowler anytime soon. Not with his five 'bits. Well, not even that right now.
Unizone, or not to Unizone. Everyone who went out on that independent art mission seemed like they made out just fine on the other end. Hells bells, he could see Falkayn eyeing up a derby already, slouching into the Inflatable Pub, tossing it casually onto the hat rack. Luckybeard couldn’t even look at the hat rack in that place without envy.
Unizone had possibilities to stay afloat, with their greater resources and loans to fix up the 'haze, but with a five 'bit payout at the end he’d end up worse off than when he showed up here. Well, the grit was something. Couldn’t spend it easily, but it was his. But a miserly five ‘bits. Sticking with Unizone seemed like punishment for signing on in the first place. He’d have to look over his contract with them again. Figure out some options. Either way, this chair was comfy as all get out. Maybe just a short nap. Maybe he’d have that dream about that hat. It’.s… zzzzzz.z…zzzzz