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You're really nailing this one, Polo. Rokoa sarcastically emits, while she does nothing to help.
>"Don't give 'em more than ten grand, Polo." says Az, who is listening after all, and speaking through my internal ear piece that I've had all this time and only just now is convenient to use. "You give them what they want, and they're just gonna want more."
"Fine, then. 10,000 zeny. We aren't going to pay more."
>"You must. 10,000 may be acceptable, even if it is pocket change. Understand our Chief's electric bills soar, like the eagle. First, however. You, who looks upon me like the disrespectful neumono of old." says Silver Gust, looking at Rokoa. "You are with her, and you would be part of paying us 10,000 Zeny, yet I can feel your disrespect as though I shared your empathic ways. I will accept this money, if you bow."
"I'm not bowing."
>"Bow, or I will not accept your money."
"Not gonna bow."
"Just bow, Rokoa."
>"Bow before I, within my own territory, of which you intrude."
"I'm not gonna grovel at your feet just so you can line your chair with cash, voklit."
"It's just bowing, Rokoa."
"Not to him it isn't."
>"Tell Rokoa Az said to bow, Polo."
"Az says to Bow, Rokoa."
"I don't care if my mother told me to bow, not like she would, I'm not doing it."
"She's not doing it, Az."
>"That's some bullshit I didn't expect, Polo."
>"Bow, neumono, or - "
This exchange, if it can be called an exchange of any kind, is interrupted by a phone call to Silver Gust.
>"There are others who have wished to purchase Pilon's time. They are offering far more than yourself."
"How much?"
>"50,000 zeny."
"Do they also have a replacement for Pilon?"
>"No, they have already shown respect for us in other ways." I can't imagine what hoops the 50,000 bidder leapt through, in that case.
>"Oh fuck that and fuck this, I'm prepping an extraction." Az says.
>"No, you're not, Az!" I hear Lucera in the background yell, despite being below Az. "It's our jobs on the line too, Ultraking!"
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