Greetings! Yes, come on in. I saw your approach on my vidscreens. My proximity detector is very sensitive. Remember that.
Before we go any further, are you Star Patrol, Badge, Constable, Detective, Gendarme, or any other kind of law entity? Don't lie to me; I know my rights under the galactic treaty!
No? All right then, have a seat. Mind telling me why you're here? Let me guess. You want something, and you heard I can get it. Well, I probably can; I can get almost anything, but it might take a while, and it might be costly. If it's contraband, it's going to be very expensive and I'm not making any guarantees.
If you're looking for some bioweapon or any other planetkiller, get out. I don't deal with weapons of mass destruction. Same with Junk; if you want to fry your brain, fine, but go see a low level pusher and don't waste my time.
Why are you looking at me like that? Let me guess. When you heard my name, you thought I was a man. Most do. I don't bother trying to set the record straight. Makes it easier to avoid the authorities.
Now, tell me what you need and I'll tell you how much it will cost. Don't bother dickering; the price is the price. Take it or leave it. You want to haggle, go see a Zocalo merchant. You don't like it? Find someone else.
That's all you want? I think I can get that. How soon? Let me see what I can do for you. Come back tomorrow. I'll see you to the door.
And by the way, don't think you can break in here. The last person who tried was atomized. Don't believe me? Try it. I dare you.
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