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I knew the value of the items I was planning to purchase. To me, they were priceless. It
was a cost greater than anything I owned. Greater than my friends. Greater than my family.
To be honest, I'd cut out my mothers eyes and sell them to Sheerik Optical Farmer before I let
the merchandise go to someone else.
I'm not an person man, I just know what I want. I guess in many ways I'm a collector of
fine things. I bought a orekin shazuti crystal from a drunk Pawattiji in the Beredhi Omega Six
Quadrant for a mere 2,000 credits. I could sell the artifact for 20,000 easy, but it's not about
the cash. I'm the proud owner of an original Wetegri Shenga, arguably one of the most sought
after artists in the universe. A cyborg offered me ten million, plus his brand new Spectratronic
Landspeeder and the deed to some small moon outside of Golobuloud Apok for it. I laughed
in his face.
When I arrived to the Andromedus Market, I wasn't sure what the total cost was going to
be. I just knew that whatever the Three Chord Mafia was selling it for, I was going to pay. It's
pretty much a given that you don't haggle with the Three Chord Mafia. That was fine with me
though. I knew the product was worth the price. Whatever they asked.
I stepped into the store, and asked for Shrekon, just like my contact had informed me.
The humanoid behind the counter gave me a cold stare. As he turned around and walked into
the back room I noticed a blaster on his hip. What kind of a mess had I gotten myself into this
time? I glanced around the room staring at the various items for sale in the room. Nothing of
any value. There was a Plethium Core at the end of the counter, and beneath the glass a
crude Valtron Transistor. Neither could have been worth 20 credits. I was wondering if I was
in the correct spot when a balding overweight human walked into the main shop from out of
the back room.
He was wearing a dark pair of pants, covered in various stains, and a wifebeater with at
least a dozen small holes in it. Sores covered his arms and face and his teeth seemed to be
rotting from his head. He reeked of rum and cigarettes, and his body odor nearly knocked me
to the ground. "Are you Moulin?" He asked.
"That's me", I said with a grin. "Do you have what I'm looking for?"
He pulled out a case and unlocked it with a set of keys he had on his belt. "The prices are
as marked," he said with a blank stare. "I think you'll find everything you need".
He opened the case and I looked inside.
was a cost greater than anything I owned. Greater than my friends. Greater than my family.
To be honest, I'd cut out my mothers eyes and sell them to Sheerik Optical Farmer before I let
the merchandise go to someone else.
I'm not an person man, I just know what I want. I guess in many ways I'm a collector of
fine things. I bought a orekin shazuti crystal from a drunk Pawattiji in the Beredhi Omega Six
Quadrant for a mere 2,000 credits. I could sell the artifact for 20,000 easy, but it's not about
the cash. I'm the proud owner of an original Wetegri Shenga, arguably one of the most sought
after artists in the universe. A cyborg offered me ten million, plus his brand new Spectratronic
Landspeeder and the deed to some small moon outside of Golobuloud Apok for it. I laughed
in his face.
When I arrived to the Andromedus Market, I wasn't sure what the total cost was going to
be. I just knew that whatever the Three Chord Mafia was selling it for, I was going to pay. It's
pretty much a given that you don't haggle with the Three Chord Mafia. That was fine with me
though. I knew the product was worth the price. Whatever they asked.
I stepped into the store, and asked for Shrekon, just like my contact had informed me.
The humanoid behind the counter gave me a cold stare. As he turned around and walked into
the back room I noticed a blaster on his hip. What kind of a mess had I gotten myself into this
time? I glanced around the room staring at the various items for sale in the room. Nothing of
any value. There was a Plethium Core at the end of the counter, and beneath the glass a
crude Valtron Transistor. Neither could have been worth 20 credits. I was wondering if I was
in the correct spot when a balding overweight human walked into the main shop from out of
the back room.
He was wearing a dark pair of pants, covered in various stains, and a wifebeater with at
least a dozen small holes in it. Sores covered his arms and face and his teeth seemed to be
rotting from his head. He reeked of rum and cigarettes, and his body odor nearly knocked me
to the ground. "Are you Moulin?" He asked.
"That's me", I said with a grin. "Do you have what I'm looking for?"
He pulled out a case and unlocked it with a set of keys he had on his belt. "The prices are
as marked," he said with a blank stare. "I think you'll find everything you need".
He opened the case and I looked inside.
| CHAPTER THREE |
| "Selling Poetry for Peanuts" |
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MERCHANDISE:
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We have no merchandise at this time.
The case was full of CD's and shirts from great musicians from across the galaxy. Still,
there was no sign of anything from the Three Chord Mafia. It was another wasted trip. I
looked at the human and shook my head. "This isn't what I asked for," I said gritting my teeth.
"Do you know how hard it is to find anything from Three Chord Mafia?" He replied. "C'mon
kid. I have everything else you could ever want. How about a David Hasselhoff T-Shirt, or a
nice Micheal Bolton CD?"
"I don't deal with Bolton". I said again, this time really showing my frustration. I came for
Three Chord Mafia, and you told me you could get it. Now am I getting something, or do I have
to take my business elsewhere?"
there was no sign of anything from the Three Chord Mafia. It was another wasted trip. I
looked at the human and shook my head. "This isn't what I asked for," I said gritting my teeth.
"Do you know how hard it is to find anything from Three Chord Mafia?" He replied. "C'mon
kid. I have everything else you could ever want. How about a David Hasselhoff T-Shirt, or a
nice Micheal Bolton CD?"
"I don't deal with Bolton". I said again, this time really showing my frustration. I came for
Three Chord Mafia, and you told me you could get it. Now am I getting something, or do I have
to take my business elsewhere?"
