“My equipment isn’t shit! It’s sensitive god damn it.”
This was followed by a groan of frustration and the sound of someone
tapping their foot impatiently.
“Five grand. Lay off the ukulele for ten minutes and you get five fucking
grand. Surely a businessman like yourself can see the ducking opportunity
there.”
Honestly, Duke had said 10 in anticipation of being talked down to 7.5, but hey. If he won right away. . . .
"You're a terrible negotiator, Ween," he said cheerfully. "Alright, ten minutes for ten grand. Starting --" he gave his ukulele a final strum "-- now."
Honestly Barry would have paid 15 so who's the bad negotiator now, Duke?
There was a mad scramble on the other end of the line and then the sound of
someone furiously typing. Five minutes later there was a giant sigh of
relief. How big a sigh? Well if it was any other person they might need a
cigarette.
"All right, Duke. Play your fucking miniature guitar now. Where do you want
your wad of cash transferred to?"
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How dare you impede science!
“My equipment isn’t shit! It’s sensitive god damn it.”
This was followed by a groan of frustration and the sound of someone tapping their foot impatiently.
“Five grand. Lay off the ukulele for ten minutes and you get five fucking grand. Surely a businessman like yourself can see the ducking opportunity there.”
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There was a long string of angry curses that ended in a long cleansing breath. A moment. And then:
“Fine. Five now and five ten fucking minutes from now, you pirate.”
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"You're a terrible negotiator, Ween," he said cheerfully. "Alright, ten minutes for ten grand. Starting --" he gave his ukulele a final strum "-- now."
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Honestly Barry would have paid 15 so who's the bad negotiator now, Duke?
There was a mad scramble on the other end of the line and then the sound of someone furiously typing. Five minutes later there was a giant sigh of relief. How big a sigh? Well if it was any other person they might need a cigarette.
"All right, Duke. Play your fucking miniature guitar now. Where do you want your wad of cash transferred to?"
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"Right. Thanks Duke."
twenty minutes later a drone would fly down and drop a heavy manila envelope in front of Duke and fly off.
Inside would be the cash and the following note:
"Thanks for cooperation. Also? Your G string is flat. - Barry."
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It was a little flat.
"Fucking geniuses."