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Giggling Rose
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>Quitting or gritting
You momentarily consider ditching the bomb and just making your way back to your pointdexter pal’s place without it, but then remember that A) you get 2 extra grand for every cool piece of loot you bring back, and B) you are fricking Roko Rockatansky; you pull jobs like this for breakfast, you can damn well pull one for dinner.
-“Yeah, let’s go now. Dealing with the morning crowd’s a hassle.”
-“Too right!” Suss Suss laughs, “Let’s go then, I’ll carry some of the smaller items.”
A bunch of scotch tape and half an hour later, you walk the long way back to Suss Suss’ hideout, your arm joints and shoulder blades aching from the strain.
Your nerdy employer scuttles in front of you, carrying some of the burden on his back, his now miniaturized rocket ship hovering over one of his foreclaws.
-“Hey, how far away was this lab of yours anyway?”
-“Oh, not too far! It should be about, say, five hours from here at a brisk pace.”
-“Oomph! Did you have to set shop that frickin far?”
-“Well, there was a reason why I was offering 2,000 zeny a day, in spite of this being a purely scientific undertaking.”
-“How do you even afford stunts like this?”
-“Oh, I generally resort to the crude method of selling practical gizmos and various drugs that I know how to make.”
-“Illegal drugs?
-“Only in some star systems.”
-“In this star system?
-“….Yeah……..Anyway, if we continue walking at this pace, we should be arriving before sunrise. We can then have nice meal and a shower, my treat of course, before hitting the sack for a few hours, and then the true work will-“
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