Nabiki scooped more food onto her plate. "This is great food,
Kasumi! The best I've had in a long time!"

Ironic woman: Amazing!

Hiroshi: Like Kasumi could cook a bad meal even if she
wanted to. 

Ryouga: Yeah!

Bitter Man: It'd be like those crooks in Washington voting to 
to give themselves a pay cut! 

Mulder: Like Cancerman giving you an honest answer. 

Ryouga: YEAH!!

Ranma: Or Ryouga leading a Tour group!

Ryouga: YE.... WHAT?!?! Ranma!!! 

	"I'm so glad you like it!" Kasumi beamed. "It's such a gorgeous
day, too!"

	"Yeah, the weather's really nice today! Not too hot, not too
cold."

	*Aaarrrgh!* Nabiki screamed silently to herself. After years of
having to play Tendo Nabiki, Terror of the Business World, she finally
had some time to spend alone with Kasumi. Kasumi, who she didn't have to
put on any act around. Kasumi, who was probably closer to her than
anyone else on the planet -- though admittedly that wasn't saying much.
So why the hell couldn't she think of anything to talk about besides
dumb little things like the weather?

	It was strange, the way she had felt when she left Nerima for
the United States. Nabiki loved her family. She couldn't wait to get
away from them.

Carlin: Not so strange. 

Mulder and Scully: Not at all. 

	Everyone in her home had become so predictable. You just knew
when you got up in the morning that you'd see Ranma and Genma fighting
over food. You knew that later, Ranma would insult Akane, and she'd
whonk him over the head for it. Kasumi was no different; you knew that
every time you came home, she'd smile at you and greet you as if you'd
been gone for three years instead of twenty minutes. Nabiki was almost
sure that if she had stayed there, the same thing would've happened to
her: Doing and saying the same things over and over, every day, not even
seeming to remember that she'd done them before. A person might as well
be dead.

	Of course, there were no shortage of people like that in the
states, either....

                                ______


	"So we see," droned the Econ 120 professor, "that the net profit
margin computed for company C in our example calculates to a loss of
sixty-nine million dollars. Clearly, this is not one that we would do
well to acquire for our company."

	From the fourth row of the lecture hall, Nabiki raised a hand.
"Excuse me, but I don't understand why that is."

	"Well, you see, Miss, our goal as company officers is to
maximize the difference between gross income and..."

	"Yes, yes. But if we were to purchase this company, we'd be able
to claim a net operating loss deduction on its past losses, thereby
reducing our own tax bills for years to come! It sounds like it would be
a gold mine!"

	The professor cleared his throat. "Um, yes, that's a very
relevant point. Thank you." The other students spoke to each other in
confused murmurs. Some of them asked whether this would be on the test.

	School was an obligatory rite of passage, nothing more. It was a
way of establishing credentials, a way of getting noticed and making
connections. Nabiki always took the maximum allowed number of credits
per semester, to get the obligation out of the way as fast as possible.
It wasn't as if the University had anything to teach her. Like
everything else useful in her life, she had developed her business skill
on her own.

Carlin: Consistent with the character but with a schedule like
that when did she ever sleep?

	Still, the occasional bit of serendipity didn't hurt....
                                ______


	"Sir... Sir, I tried that... Sir...."

	Nabiki sat in the lunchroom at the UCF corporation, nibbling at
the sandwich she had bought, trying to ignore all the noise. She hoped
she could get home soon. Her new investments would pay off, but only if
she played it just right.

	It had been Professor Mason's brilliant idea to take the class
to UCF for a field trip. It was so that they could see how a real world
business really works, he had said. He evidently hadn't realized that
the company wasn't about to tell anything really important to a bunch of
students. 

Ironic man: Brilliant is one word for it. 

Carlin: Not necessarily the right one though. 

Madigan: ANOTHER idiot named Mason. Figures. 

So all they got was a lot of speeches on how they were a
dynamic company, with lots of opportunities for dynamic team players
with positive attitudes.

Cynical man: Yeah sure, tell me another one. 

	A blond-haired man in an expensive-looking suit next to Nabiki
spoke into a cellular phone. "That's correct, sir. The strikers still
haven't changed their demands. Yes, sir. We're doing everything we can."

	She tried to shut out the noise and think. The current
instability in rates meant that there was money to be made in the bond
trading market, but only if she got in and out at exactly the right
time.

	If only the man on the cellular phone would shut up so she could
think. "Sir, we did bring in scabs. But we had to bus them in from New
Pudsey. By the time we got them there, and got them past the strikers,
half the work day was gone."

	Options and futures promised bigger returns, but were they worth
the extra risk? She needed to check the progress of the latest
congressional budget hearings. There would be a killing to make if
certain of the provisions passed....

	"Sir, we're doing everything we can, but it looks like we may
lose this one."

	Nabiki turned to the man. "Look, it's simple!" she said

Chairman Quincy <talking into a phone>: Yes, sell the Microsoft
division and use the money to increase our positions in Disney, 
Time Warner/Sony and Solomon Inc.... 

impatiently. "You rent trailers and have the scabs sleep on the
premises. Now would you please be a little quieter so I can think?!"

Quincy <Hears that and Looks back to the screen>: I'll call you back 
Styles. 

	She stopped, as she noticed several other people turn their eyes
toward her. *Should've gotten him to pay you first,* an inner voice

Madigan: I wonder how they managed to capture your voice like that,
sir. 

Quincy: Something to deal with later Madigan. Watch carefully. 

said. She went nonchalantly back to eating her sandwich. She could
faintly hear the voice on the other end of the phone, asking who that
had been just now.

	Later that night, memories of what she had done haunted her

Quincy: Time and experience will solve that problem. 

dreams. Thoughts of people who were desperate for a little more money,
or health coverage for their children, and were now not going to get it,
thanks to her.

	As a child, Mother had called Nabiki "too clever for her own
good." It was meant as a compliment, of course. But she later found out
that there was more truth in it than mother had known.

	It was her first year of Junior High school, and she had already
started making a little money on the side. She sold the phone number of
Seiuchi Saruko to every boy in school. Saruko was the captain of the
girls' volleyball team, and had been one of the first girls in school to
develop really large breasts. That she hated boys even worse than Akane
did hadn't concerned her suitors much. That she was even more violent
than Akane hadn't concerned Nabiki much. After all, Tendo Nabiki was a

Quincy: Madigan, I want everything the research department can
find on this Nabiki Tendou, immediately. 

Madigan: Yes sir. 

clever girl, so if she got into trouble, she'd be able to figure out how
to handle it.

	Saruko happened to meet her one day on the way home from school.
There was no threat that Nabiki could use against her, no running away
or talking her out of it. On that say, Tendo Nabiki did the only thing
she could: she took a beating.

	It was a lesson learned: no matter how smart you are, some
situations don't have solutions. Sometimes there's no way out.

	Since then, she'd always been careful about what she took from
whom. She'd taken money from Kuno-chan, who had more than he knew what
to do with anyway; and Ranma, who never seemed to have any use for it
himself. She'd sold pictures of Akane, whom she was absolutely certain
wouldn't attack a non-fighter who hadn't attacked her first, and who had
Ranma to take her frustrations out on anyway. It was all penny-ante
stuff, never anything that could've caused anyone any real hardship.

Mysterious One: The path to hell begins with but a single step. 

Carlin: Mixed metaphor. 

Mysterious One: Inconsequential

	Until now. And as she lay on her bed, she kept one sleepy eye on
the dorm room's door, half-expecting the strikers to break it down.
*That's her! Let's get her!* And maybe she would deserve it.

	She didn't sleep well that night.

Kasumi: Poor Nabiki.

                                ______


	"I'm Greg Jackson." He shook her hand. "I've been anxious to
meet you, Ms. Tendo." Jackson was a slightly thin middle-aged man, with
black hair that was balding on top.

	Nabiki leaned back in the big comfortable chair. The office was
bigger than her whole dorm room. She kept her expression carefully
neutral, letting him make his entire piece before her reaction.

	Jackson sipped from a *World's Greatest Dad* coffee mug; the
cartoon face molded into the side of the mug was actually a fairly good
likeness for him. "The division that I'm head of functions as a sort of
designated problem solving team. When someone at UCF needs a little
extra help in handling a situation, whatever it is, they can call us."

Yuri: Sounds familiar

Kei: Yeah,  but when was the last time someone shot at them?

	Nabiki stared at Jackson quietly, not letting on that she
already knew perfectly well what he did. She wasn't one to go into an
important business deal without doing her homework first. Through
conversations and company records, she had built a pretty good picture
of who Gregory T. Jackson really was. He had a history of reprimanding
his staff as if they were elementary school children, for unimportant
procedural things, or for "overstepping their authority" -- acting
without checking with him first. It painted him as the type of person
who was insecure about his own worth, afraid deep down that people could
get along perfectly well without him. Which they usually could.

Quincy: Impressive, most impressive. 

	"Let me come straight to the point. I think you're just the kind
of person we're looking for. We can offer you a highly competitive
salary and benefits package, with outstanding opportunities for
advancement."

	She decided to test the waters a little. Just how badly did they
want her? "But I don't have my degree yet."

	"We're prepared to pay your way through the rest of your
education. You can attend classes in the evening. With your academic
record, I wouldn't expect balancing work and school to be a problem."

	"You're right." She stood and shook hands with Jackson. "No
problem at all."

                                 ______

	Jackson was not atypical of the kind of people Nabiki would
later meet in her job; too wrapped up in their own personal power
struggles, or just in padding their own bank accounts, to see any kind
of big picture. All in all, she found the business world to be rather
like a chicken with its head cut off, running around in several
directions at once.

	Someday it would have a head, and its name would be Tendo
Nabiki. That was her dream, and someday she would make it a reality.
Someday she would get into a position of real power and influence, and
make sure that things were done right. No more pumping toxic waste into
the air and water. No more forcing people to waste their lives working
in sweatshops building junk that no one would even want if not for the
persuasion of advertising.

Carlin <Looking at the Mysterious One who stares impassively 
at the screen>: ...

Hiroshi: Bad feeling?

Daisuke: <Nods> Bad feeling

	It was staggering even to think of; but Tendo Nabiki was as good
as what she did as Saotome Ranma was at fighting. If anyone could do it,
she could. And someone had to.

Carlin: Someone should introduce her to Perdita. 

Mysterious One: And so it begins

Smart-ass: Who let the Vorlon in?

                                ______


	Nabiki set the plate down on the picnic table and wiped her face
with her napkin. She leaned back, her stomach humming with contentment.

	"So, is there some special young man in your life?" Kasumi
asked, half-teasingly.

	"Nope. I know a lot of boys, but none of them could be called

Nitpick Guy: Isn't she a little old to be using the word 'boy' there?

Carlin: Could be a delibrate wording. 

'special.'" Nabiki smirked. "How about you? Y'know, there was a time
when I'd have bet almost anything that you'd be married with at least
four kids by now."

	"I would've too." For an instant, Kasumi's smile faded into a
pensive, almost melancholy stare. Then her usual cheerfulness resumed.
"But life takes some strange turns sometimes."

	"Yeah, that's sure true. Don't tell anyone, by the way."

	"Don't tell what?"

	"That I made a losing bet. It'd ruin my reputation." Both
sisters grinned, and laughed as if they were back in elementary school.

<The crowd laughs>

Spock: Curious

Mysterious One: ....

                                ______


	Kasumi walked along the path as it meandered its way through the
tall evergreens, her sandaled feet treading lightly on the carpet of
pine needles. A gentle breeze blew lightly across her skin. Above, an
orchestra of birds chirped out a delightful symphony.

	She had actually reached the spirit world. She never would've
believed it possible. Not only that, but she had met Mother. She could
go back anytime she wanted and talk with her. It was wonderful!

	Kasumi came to a fork in the path. The narrow, short branch led
back to the temple. She didn't know where the other one went to. Someday
she would try it and find out; but for now she didn't have the time. She
had to get back to the temple, as it was her turn to cook dinner today.

	She had learned some things about herself the past week, not all
of them pleasant. Part of her actually resented the fact that she had
been forced into devoting so much of her life to her family. The feeling
made her uncomfortable; she hadn't even been aware of it until her visit
to the spirit world the previous week. Not that she would've done
anything different if she had had the chance to relive her life. Seeing
Nabiki and Akane grow into such wonderful young women was far better

Daisuke: There is the 'Glass Half-full' view

Hiroshi: The 'Glass Half-empty' view

Sarcastic Guy: And then there is the Kasumi view:
'The Glass is beautiful and the Water is wonderful'

 >than anything else she could've done in those ten years. But it would've

been nice to have been given a choice.

	The trail led her out of the woods; it had been shorter than she
had remembered it being from last time. She began to walk toward the
door of the temple, then abruptly stopped. A man, dressed in a black
bodysuit with face and head coverings, was crouched low by the side of
the building. He appeared to be looking into one of the windows. Kasumi
froze, carefully eyeing him. Why would a ninja want to spy on her and
Kaede?

	The front door opened. Kaede came walking out, less than a meter
away from the man in black.

	Panic gripped Kasumi. The sensei didn't see the ninja! She
struggled to find voice to yell a warning.

	Before she could react, a battle cry rang out. "Haii!" Fist
slammed into bone with stunning force, knocking its target to the
ground.

	Kasumi walked up to Kaede, staring at the man lying unconscious
at her feet. "Goodness, Sensei, I didn't know you knew how to fight!"

	"Actually... I don't. I don't know the first thing about
combat."

Ironic woman: Tell the ninja that, i'm sure it'll make him 
feel so much better. 

	"Then how...." Kasumi gaped at her teacher, puzzled. What she
had just seen certainly looked like a fighting move.

	"There's an ancient technique, known only to myself and a few
others. It involves summoning a powerful fighting spirit, and binding it
to a physical object. In this case, the robes wear.

Nitpick: 'robes I'm wearing' or just change it to 'my robes'

	"You mean...."

	"I mean that I don't fight, my clothes do."

	"Oh! I've seen something like that before!" Kasumi remembered
how Father brought back the battle gi from the Monkey Mountain Temple,
and all the terrible things that happened because of it. "But I think
that it must have been cursed. It made Ranma and Akane both do the most
dreadful things to each other. Are you sure that yours is safe?"

	"Positive. I made it myself." Kaede smiled proudly. "Ranma and
Akane must have gotten a suit that was animated for someone else. That's
asking for trouble. The only way to get a reliable one is to make your
own like I did, or at least have someone make it specifically for you.
Someday you'll be able to make one for yourself."

	"I'm not sure I'd want to." Kasumi thought back to all of those
times people had sought out Ranma to attack him. Being good at fighting
had its drawbacks.

	The man dressed in black moaned, attracting the two women's
attention as he began to move. Kaede and Kasumi bent down, kneeling on
opposite sides of the man. Kaede reached over and removed his mask.
Kasumi gaped in disbelief at the familiar face.

Hiroshi: Sasuke?

Daisuke: It's based on the Manga. 

Pinky: Keith Richards?

Brain: Shut up Pinky. 

	"Doctor Tofu?" Kasumi struggled for something to say. "You're a
ninja now?"

The Entire Chorus: O_O

Mr. Spock: o_O

	"Kasumi, please let me explain!" Tofu said desperately as he
struggled to his feet.

	"Go ahead, young man," Kaede said. "And it had better be good."

	Kasumi just stared wide-eyed at the doctor, waiting to see what
he would say. Despite his odd behavior, she really couldn't believe that
an old friend like him would ever mean her harm.

Carlin: Unless this is a sickfic, there's an explanation. 

Sarcastic guy: Did you see who was mentioned in his 
proofreader list?
 
Carlin <Flipping thru his printout>: Oh crap. 

Sarcastic man: Oh yeah, Bartram. 

	"Kasumi, look at me!" Tofu said. "I'm finally cured! Remember
how I always used to act around you? I can finally stand right next to
you now and still be normal!"

	"That's wonderful, Doctor. But why did you...."

	"I had to test myself. I had to see whether I was really better.
If not, I would've left without you knowing that I was here. I needed to
be sure before I saw you again."

Agent Scully: Given the series this is based in, that
answer actually makes sense. 

	"Why was that, Doctor?" Kasumi asked, her voice blase, as if it
were a simple matter-of-fact question. She didn't want to either
encourage or discourage him. Whether or not there was still any chance
of anything coming from it, she wanted him to say whatever he had to
say, and he had to decide that on his own.

	"Kasumi, I have something to ask you. Something important.
Will-- will you--"

	Something imperceptible floated at the edge of Kasumi's senses;
a feeling that she was suddenly being watched by something she couldn't
quite focus on. Kaede seemed to notice it too. Her gaze slowly began to
scan the darkened courtyard, fixing on something Kasumi couldn't see.

Carlin: Interesting. 

Foreshadowing woman: This matters at some point, you watch. 

Ranma: Explains a lot actually. 

	Tofu's eyes suddenly glazed over. His nervous expression changed
to a dopey smile. "Kasumi? Wh-- what a surprise to meet you here!" He
drifted towards Kaede. "Betty? Would you get Kasumi a cup of tea,
please? It's so nice that we could run into each other like this! What
time does this train arrive in Sapporo, Mr. Conductor? It looks like
rainy weather today!" He bounded off in a random direction, continuing
to babble unintelligibly.

	Kasumi sighed disappointedly. So close. She had really thought
it wouldn't happen this time. She had really believed in him. Not that
it would've mattered.

	The two women stood in silence for a time. Then Kaede spoke.
"You do know what he was trying to say?"

	"Yes. I know," Kasumi replied. "I know that I couldn't have
accepted, but...." It would've been so good just to have been asked.
Just to know that she was worth enough to him that he could overcome
whatever personal demons of his were getting in the way. Then, if he
were willing to wait for her, they could be married someday, after her
training was over.

	"You know that I would not keep you here against your will." She
smirked. "Surely a handsome, if eccentric, young doctor would be a
better companion than an old woman?"

	"It doesn't matter. I'm here for a reason. Mother told me that.
She's trusting me to do what needs to be done. I can't dishonor that. A
mother's trust. There's nothing more important than that." She smiled at
Kaede, then turned to walk into the temple.

Sylia: Not true...

Mulder: ...A child's trust in their parents.

Sylia: ...Is more important. 

<Both stop, hearing each complete the other's thought, and 
exchange a meaningful look>

Smart-ass: Oh for the love of God, we're reviewing now. Go
have a crossover later!

	"Kasumi...."

	"Yes?" Kasumi looked back at her teacher.

	Kaede's mouth opened, but no words came out. Finally, she spoke.
"I want you to know that what I do here, I do to preserve the art.
Someday you'll carry it on after I'm gone. You have the potential to be
better than I ever was."

	"I'll go get started on dinner now," Kasumi said cheerily,
waving as she moved toward the door. In the end, there was no choice to
make. She only hoped that someday she would be good enough at the art to
make it all worthwhile.

                                ______


	"I very much appreciate your coming to work for us, Ms. Tendo,"
Jackson said. "I'm enthused to have an outstanding young person such as
yourself joining my staff."

	"Thank you, sir." Had it been someone else, Nabiki would have
told him to stop wasting her time and just tell her what he wanted her
to do. But she needed to put up with Jackson, at least for now.

	"I've got your first assignment right here." He took a manila
folder from his desktop and handed it to Nabiki. "There's a factory
about a half-hour west of town where they make candy bars. 'Sweet
rewards,' they're called. They're quite popular, as I understand. My
kids are always after me to buy them some."

	"Don't know it," Nabiki said. "Never been much for sweets."

	"UCF wants to buy out their company," Jackson continued, "but it
seems that Conglomco had the same idea that we did. The factory owner is
negotiating with them now, and apparently won't listen to any
counter-offer from us."

	"So you want me to get this factory owner to change his mind,
and sell out to you instead of your competitor?"

Sarcastic man: I'll take stating the obvious for $500, Alex.

	"That's exactly what I'd like you to do."

	Piece of cake, she thought. She smiled as she stood up. "I hope
I'll be able to come to you for help and advice on this, Mr. Jackson."

	She laughed at what she had just said as she left Jackson's
office; it was called diplomacy, otherwise known as a lie through the
teeth. The truth was, Nabiki had never really benefited much from
anyone's "help and advice." Everything good in her life, every bit of
progress that she had ever made, had been made by her and her alone.

Most of the Chorus: <SIGH>

Carlin: Funny, I could have sworn I didn't SEE Willmore's name 
anywhere. Oh well. 

	She laughed when she thought of all the people she had left
behind in Nerima. They were some of the best martial artists in the
world. Collectively they could probably out-fight an army. But they
always wasted all of their power and skill on useless, never-ending
arguments -- things that they could've settled anytime just by being
honest about their feelings toward one another.

Ironic Woman: Oh that's just rich. 

Carlin <Looks at Ironic Woman>: <Thinks> Not touching that
with a 20 foot pole. 

	For all the magic and all the superhuman strength that her
friends possessed, it would be Tendo Nabiki who would go on to
greatness. Tendo Nabiki, who knew what the real power in this modern
world was. Money. With it, someday she would be able to set things right
in this idiotic world.

Quincy: <Quietly> Like looking in a mirror. 

Madigan: Sir?

Quincy: Nothing Madigan.

	But she had to get into a position of power first. And for now,
that would start with a phone call to a certain factory owner.

                                ______


	Nabiki decided that the direct approach might not be the best in
this case, considering that others had already tried it. So when she
went to the factory it was not as Tendo Nabiki the representative of
UCF, but as Tendo Nabiki the business school student, come to interview
Mr. Gene Probright the owner for a class project. The elderly gentleman
steered away from any discussion of whether he might be retiring or
selling his company, but Nabiki managed to glean the name of the
Conglomco agent who he had been dealing with from some papers on his
desk.

	A trip home and a little research later, she was again on the
phone, this time to Mr. Charles Brandon of Conglomco, Inc. "Hi, remember
me? Nabiki? From the party a couple of weeks ago?"

	"Uh...."

	"I was the Asian in the tight T-shirt? You said we ought to go
out sometime."

	"Um... oh yeah! Of *course* I remember you, Nakini!"

Cynical man: Shocked.
Carlin: Stunned.
Daisuke: Amazed .
Hiroshi: She looked great in that t-shirt though. 

Carlin/Cynical Man/Daisuke: <Facefault>

	"Nabiki. I thought you might, and seeing as I'm free this
weekend...."

                                ______


	"Nice place you picked here, Naniki."

	The Gold Sovereign was one of Philadelphia's more expensive
restaurants.  Waiters in dinner jackets delivered silver platters onto
softly lit white-clothed tables. A window occupied an entire wall,
giving a splendid view of the city lights. A pianist played in the
background.

	"That's Nabiki, Charlie. And why not go for the best, I always
say." *Especially when I won't be the one paying,* she added mentally.
"Better than your idea of us going to a football game."

	"Don't like sports? I thought everybody did." Charles Brandon
was a tall, muscular man who looked to be in his upper twenties. Neatly
styled jet black hair framed a youthful face with large brown eyes. His
only unattractive feature was an unusually prominent forehead.

	"I grew up in a family of martial artists. I've seen enough
pointless physical competition to last a lifetime. Why on Earth should I
care which group of people are better at getting a ball across a field?"

	"Well, a lot of us do." He paused, probably trying to think of a
better response. "For someone who says she doesn't care about football,
you picked a funny way to decide who's going to pay for dinner."

	"The bet still stands, unless you want to back out. The envelope
I gave you has my predictions for the winners of all of today's games.
If I'm wrong on any of them, I pay, otherwise you do."

	"Sounds good to me. I don't think even the biggest football fan
could win that bet. They must not be teaching you right at that business
school of yours, Nabiki."

Carlin: Condescending schmuck, ain't he?

Foreshadowing woman: Digging himself a deeper and deeper
hole. 

	"Says the junior executive himself. What's your big
responsibility over at Conglomco, Chuck? Arranging desks?" she asked
teasingly.

	"Only my own. Actually, I'm involved in a deal that'll make the
top dogs themselves take notice of me." He smiled self-approvingly.
"Ever hear of 'Sweet Rewards?'"

	"The candy bar?"

	"Yep. I'm nearly finished negotiating the purchase of the
company for Conglomco."

Mulder: Big mouth.
Scully: Small brain. 

	"What's so great about a candy company?" Nabiki asked, feeling
like the angler about to land the big one.

Carlin: nice metaphor. 

	"It's perfect. A debt-free company with hundreds of millions in
saleable assets. Why, the pension fund alone...."

	Nabiki interrupted him with a cold, hard stare. "You're planning
to shut down the factory?" she said, with a touch of feigned
indignation.

Hiroshi: The shock...
Daisuke: ...The horror.

	"Of course. Don't worry, you'll still be able to buy your candy
bars. We're shipping the operation to Mexico. Those people down there
will work for just a few dollars a day."

Bitter man: Gotta love NAFTA.

	"Have you ever considered that the owner of the factory might
not *want* it closed down?"

	Brandon laughed. "The old college idealism. Welcome to the
twenty-first century, Nabini. Like I always say, it's the bottom line
that matters. That's the only thing that's important, how much we're
paying. Old man Probright knows that, otherwise he never could've
succeeded in business."

End Part 2