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Wolfgang "We had a deal, Trudy! Hand over the goods. You owe us!"

Trudy "I ain't giving you poison-shilling chem pushers anything! Do you know what that junk has done to my boy?"

Wolfgang "He bought them fair and square, Trudy! Ain't our fault if he's strung out. Now don't make me come in there and shoot up that little trading post of yours!"

...

Wolfgang "Whoa, whoa, easy there scavver. This doesn't involve you."

Rhodane "What's going on here?"

Wolfgang "It's a simple business dispute, got it? Trudy's sitting on a pile of goods that she owes me. I tried reasoning with her, but it looks like I gotta take what's mine by force. Wanna make some easy money? Help me out. I could use another gun. Or maybe you think you can talk some sense into her?"

Rhodane "Who's Trudy?"

Wolfgang "See that diner right in front of us? Trudy owns the place. She's converted it into a small shop. I sell her chems, she gives me caps and parts I need. And when her son Patrick had his eighteenth birthday, I might have sold him some Jet. Then some more. Then a lot more. Now he's in debt."

Rhodane "Looks to me like they shouldn't have bought that Jet, and you shouldn't have sold it to them."

Wolfgang responds irritated "Yeah, well, hindsight's a bitch, and I'm holding the leash. Now you gonna help us out, or what?"

Rhodane "If I help, I expect to get paid."

Wolfgang "All right. I was gonna pay you 100 caps, but why don't we make it 125?"

Rhodane "Sounds low. You're a business man, right? You can do better."

Wolfgang "Okay, okay, 150 caps."

Rhodane "I'll talk to her. Maybe we can work this out."

Wolfgang "Appreciate it. If things go sideways we'll back you up."

...

Trudy "I saw you and that poison fellow talkin'. Well, he ain't getting it this time. Period."

Rhodane "Why? What's this all about?"

Trudy "Oh, that chem-pusher didn't tell you? He got my boy hooked on Jet, sold him a ton of junk on "credit" and now expects me to pay him off. That bastard ain't getting a single damn cap from me."

Rhodane "Look, you owe them money. If you just pay them, then this will be over. Everyone walks away without getting hurt."

Trudy "All right. I'll pay, but that bastard ain't gonna sell one more drop of Jet to my boy. You hear that, Wolfgang? You'll get your damn money, but I better not catch you selling chems to my boy again."

Wolfgang "Fine by me, Trudy. Your son's broke as shit, anyhow."

Trudy "All right, crisis is over. If you're here to trade, step up to the counter."

...

Wolfgang "We get paid, and I don't even gotta shoot nobody. Good job. Here. Now how about I show you all the pick-me-ups I have on offer?"

Rhodane "What kind of chems do you sell, anyway?"

Wolfgang "Whatever I can get a hold of. Jet's popular. Gives you a rush when you need it, like when you need to hurt somebody. Stimpaks are like gold, of course. Everyone's bound to get hurt and need fixin' sometime. And I always try to carry RadAway for obvious reasons. Just pick something up. Have a taste. Best way to get to know the product."

One of the few opportunities to avoid violence with good looks and persuasion skills

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Wolfgang "We had a deal, Trudy! Hand over the goods. You owe us!"

Trudy "I ain't giving you poison-shilling chem pushers anything! Do you know what that junk has done to my boy?"

Wolfgang "He bought them fair and square, Trudy! Ain't our fault if he's strung out. Now don't make me come in there and shoot up that little trading post of yours!"

...

Wolfgang "Whoa, whoa, easy there scavver. This doesn't involve you."

Rhodane "What's going on here?"

Wolfgang "It's a simple business dispute, got it? Trudy's sitting on a pile of goods that she owes me. I tried reasoning with her, but it looks like I gotta take what's mine by force. Wanna make some easy money? Help me out. I could use another gun. Or maybe you think you can talk some sense into her?"

Rhodane "Who's Trudy?"

Wolfgang "See that diner right in front of us? Trudy owns the place. She's converted it into a small shop. I sell her chems, she gives me caps and parts I need. And when her son Patrick had his eighteenth birthday, I might have sold him some Jet. Then some more. Then a lot more. Now he's in debt."

Rhodane "Looks to me like they shouldn't have bought that Jet, and you shouldn't have sold it to them."

Wolfgang responds irritated "Yeah, well, hindsight's a bitch, and I'm holding the leash. Now you gonna help us out, or what?"

Rhodane "If I help, I expect to get paid."

Wolfgang "All right. I was gonna pay you 100 caps, but why don't we make it 125?"

Rhodane "Sounds low. You're a business man, right? You can do better."

Wolfgang "Okay, okay, 150 caps."

Rhodane "I'll talk to her. Maybe we can work this out."

Wolfgang "Appreciate it. If things go sideways we'll back you up."

...

Trudy "I saw you and that poison fellow talkin'. Well, he ain't getting it this time. Period."

Rhodane "Why? What's this all about?"

Trudy "Oh, that chem-pusher didn't tell you? He got my boy hooked on Jet, sold him a ton of junk on "credit" and now expects me to pay him off. That bastard ain't getting a single damn cap from me."

Rhodane "Look, you owe them money. If you just pay them, then this will be over. Everyone walks away without getting hurt."

Trudy "All right. I'll pay, but that bastard ain't gonna sell one more drop of Jet to my boy. You hear that, Wolfgang? You'll get your damn money, but I better not catch you selling chems to my boy again."

Wolfgang "Fine by me, Trudy. Your son's broke as shit, anyhow."

Trudy "All right, crisis is over. If you're here to trade, step up to the counter."

...

Wolfgang "We get paid, and I don't even gotta shoot nobody. Good job. Here. Now how about I show you all the pick-me-ups I have on offer?"

Rhodane "What kind of chems do you sell, anyway?"

Wolfgang "Whatever I can get a hold of. Jet's popular. Gives you a rush when you need it, like when you need to hurt somebody. Stimpaks are like gold, of course. Everyone's bound to get hurt and need fixin' sometime. And I always try to carry RadAway for obvious reasons. Just pick something up. Have a taste. Best way to get to know the product."

One of the few opportunities to avoid violence with good looks and persuasion skills