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[Toaster]

"You know porn enthusiasts, man- they go for all types.  Why don't you check a few more?"

[Harry Baldman]

"You know porn enthusiasts, man- they go for all types.  Why don't you check a few more?"

"Pass some."

[lawastooshort]

"Yeah," butts in Halesey, bored of checking out the man's musket, "Not all of them have sunshine, that's for sure..."

[Toaster]

Larry passes some over.  A potato crosses his mind.

[Harry Baldman]

Larry passes some over.  A potato crosses his mind.

He looks at one magazine, leafing through it quickly, and seems rather impressed.

"Got some fertility goddess action here, I see..."

He then puts that away and takes another one, beginning to read.

"Don't know who that is, but she's hot, I guess... and the other ones are pretty good, too..."

Finally, he grabs a third one, leafing through doubtfully.

"Yeah, this one's got bestiality. See, the quality varies, and I'm gonna have to sort through all these to determine which ones to sell to who. 50 cents per mag is the highest I'll go."

[lawastooshort]

"How much can you pay us now? There's quite a lot of these, eh?"

Almost telepathically, a potato also crosses Halesey's mind.

[Toaster]

Larry sighed.  "Fifteen grand for the lot and the promise that you're the only dealer.  I'm sure there's at least twenty thousand here," he said, sweeping his hand dismissively at the pile.

[Harry Baldman]

"How much can you pay us now? There's quite a lot of these, eh?"

Almost telepathically, a potato also crosses Halesey's mind.

"I can't pay you anything right now. At least not without completely depleting the cash I need to run the pawn shop. It'd take me a while to actually get any money."

Larry sighed.  "Fifteen grand for the lot and the promise that you're the only dealer.  I'm sure there's at least twenty thousand here," he said, sweeping his hand dismissively at the pile.

"And I'm especially not paying anyone for ballpark estimates. You don't sound like you know what's in this pile any more than I do. First, I need an accurate count of the mags. Then I or somebody else needs to sort through the content. Then I need to find out the results of both of those actions, and then I need to get a contract drafted up that formalizes our little arrangement. And then I need to actually sell off all the mags to the right people. And only then I can pay you."

[Toaster]

Larry frowns, opens his mouth to speak, then glances at the musket.  "Allow me to discuss this with my associate.  Feel free to review the content some more- you could even say it's divine."

Larry wades out, dragging Halesey behind him.  Once they are clear, he brings up his favorite subject.  "We could just potato this jerk, but he's a pawn shop guy.  He's got guns.  What do you think?"

[lawastooshort]

"I was having the same kinda thought, but, yeah, he might have guns, and he hasn't shown us any money yet. If I saw 50 grand just sitting there, in the till, then I'd probably potato him fast as you could say 'dude, he's got no guns', but he reckons it'd take him time to even get fifteen grand together. But then, too, we need 50 grand, and if we go to four pawn shops and sell them all an exclusive licence to your divine... literature, then that'd be breaking a contract. That's probably illegal, so it'd probably be better to rob the fecker. It's a tricky question."

[Toaster]

"How much cash you think he has in the till, anyway?  If we knock over the store for five hundred bucks, we're not doing well.  Do we need income for later?  It might be a good deal."

[lawastooshort]

"Hmm, yeah. Yeah. Well, I guess, let's do it then. If someone offers us more another time or the dude's a jerk then we can... send him away, eh?"

[Toaster]

Larry sighs, clearly annoyed with the prospects.  "Fine.  But we'll at least get some advance money, yeah?"

Larry strolls back in.  "Seventy five cents each, and we'll need half of that now."

[Harry Baldman]

Larry sighs, clearly annoyed with the prospects.  "Fine.  But we'll at least get some advance money, yeah?"

Larry strolls back in.  "Seventy five cents each, and we'll need half of that now."

"How many mags are here? Are you going to count them, or will I? And I can't pay you in advance because we don't have a contract, which means you can take the money and run, and I'll have no way to hold you to your word."

[Toaster]

Larry squints at the pile.  "We'll count them now.  And what, you think I'm going to pick up all of these magazines and run before you can shoot me?"

Count!