[Log No. 207 selected. Beginning recording] "What's..what's that supposed to be?" "A recorder." "Wha- are you recording this?" "Yes." "Why?" "Personal reasons. I like it." "Wouldn't the cops catch wind of-" "So, you need a chest of stimpacks?" "...is that code fo-" "No. I don't use code, friend." "But isn't that what all drug dealers do-" *SLAM* "A chest of stimpacks, correct?" "U-uh yeah! Stimpacks." "Alright. 10,000 pixels." "..Ex-excuse me?" "10,000 pixels is my price." "I don't have that kind of money! Wh- I thought this was chea-" "You have 15 minutes to put the payment on this table. If that 15 minutes passes, and I am not payed for sitting here and wasting precious seconds, I will give you the express plan." *shuffling, heavy breathing* [Recording stopped, skipping silence] [Recording begin] "Ah, well. I guess i'll take the express plan?" *shuffling, clicking* "NO FU-" *BLAM* [Recording end.]
