another shift

Another shift at the Rarty Room. SpaceBox still our biggest seller. Folks come in to get proper blissed out. I comply. Sell and smile. Fuck, dang, I need credits just like the next guy. Some stuff i can get good in the Outskirts. But other stuff you, well, you know, you gotta New Hope it.

Dude walks in the Rarty Room. Young computermatron graphic-designer or something. He reeks of Credits. Reeks of them. And bad taste too. Snappin on his EneERGG-Gummy. Talkin fast, gums flapping.

Dude: Hey Bra.

Lucas: Hey.

Dude: Yah, cool man. (snap, snap, snap). I gotta big night tonight. Mega-big. I'm going to the Pleasure Den. Got on tha list. Models in abundance, Bra. Ya know? Ya?

Lucas: Yes. Kinda.

Dude: Bra! I know! So I need the right Enhancement Combo, for maximaScor-ation!

Lucas: Ok. I'd start your night with 2 grams of Whiz(!). What's your weight?

Dude: Wha? (snap, snap, snap) Oh yeah. 175!

Lucas: Ok, so yeah, two grams of Whiz(!). Then right before you go out, 3 grams of Social Star. So you can really turn it on.

Dude: Bra!

Lucas: Right. So when you're at the Pleasure Den, just hydrate on New New Water MistExtreme. And then when you get home, 1 gram of Spacebox to zone out. And if you're scoring with a model or something-

Dude: Yah! Bra! Big-tits Bra!

Lucas: ... then 2 grams of Senuosity.

Dude: Oh yah! I like you Bra. Alot. Thanks.

Lucas: 352.00 Credits.

Dude: No prab!