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Look. I'm just gonna go ahead and say it. But I'm only sayin' it once, and I'm gonna say it real slow, so all of you better clean the crap outta your ears and listen up.

I get that there ain't no money. Actual money. But what I'm sayin' is, if you ain't got nothin' to trade, why the hell would you go around wasting somebody's time.

Like, it's like common friggin' decency to bring with you what you got to trade. No, 'oh, whoops guess I left it at home', no, 'oh, it's in the pocket of my other crappy shapeless pants'-- gettin' it to me in a day ain't an option, I don't care if it's your laundry day, if you're waitin' for some big payoff, I don't care if you got twelve kids--that's your own damn fault--I don't care if you're fresh outta the tube. If you wanna buy something from someone? If you bring in your crappy little console, and you want it fixed up real quick so you can get your ass back to work, and you hustle me along and talk real big and then when it comes time to pay up, and you give me some sad sack story? [SLOWLY AND LOUDLY:] I don't work for free. Nobody here better be workin' for free, and if they are, congratulations, you found yourself a sucker. Charity is for suckers.

Okay? Are we clear? 'Cause the next idiot that comes to me askin' for a handout is gonna get it, and I don't mean free frickin' labor. [SIGH.] Jeez. It's like nobody got a brain. Workin' with a buncha stupid fleshy kids. Hardly even seems worth it...

[grumbling trails off into nothing.]

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And here I thought trust was for suckers.

What? No. I said charity. Charity is for suckers.

Naw, mate. I'm being straight with you. It stings a bit, too. Nobody's asked me to do it while I was wearing hose or anything helpful like that.

But I get paid up front, so, [you know obv we're in the same boat.]

Given I work by donation, I think you'll find I already am.

Charity is not about being sweet. It's not about the person giving something away at all. It's about every individual's right to basic human necessities.

[ Towards the end he starts sounding like he maybe wants to fight. ]

So trust isn't. Trust is okay.

[are we in the same boat though]

Are you-- No! How the hell do you get paid for that when I can't even get a guy to give me a slice of bread for repairing his friggin console!

Figures.

[like he could tell you already am, buddy.]

And what about my right to necessities, huh? Where's that gonna come from? 'Cause the guy tryna stiff me outta what I'm due, he sure as hell ain't gonna turn around and make a donation to me! If he was gonna do that, he'd just frickin pay me in the first place, and we wouldn't even be havin' this conversation.

God, I wish we weren't havin' this conversation.

Yeah, sure. Trust is great. You can trust me when I tell you that you're a frickin moron.

Are you kiddin' me, with this? Why're you wastin' my time?

It's different for you. Your work isn't sodding necessary for someone to live, so you deserve to be paid for it. But if you ever were starving on the street, or in need of medical attention, you'd probably find a sucker or two willing to help you out.

The worst? Everyone here wants the same thing: to survive. If we'd help each other do that instead of trying to make a buck, we might just manage it.

[ She cuts in somewhere before my time, just to prove how cool she is by talking over him and just generally being too clever to even need to listen to what he has to say. Or...something. ]

So who's earned your trust, then? The guy who said he got told you were a program?

[ Crowley laughs, low and hearty. ]

It's certainly a gamble. There are some people who are juts too suicidal to take that sort of trust with.

[yes i just happen to be doing all the rowing. the eoonomy thanks me, somehow]

You know I've talked to Nero about it a bit, [William admits.] It's a bit odd since everyone's always fucking here, anyway, but I guess the balloon thing is still a bit of a niche.

Did you end up repairing his console?

[okay, wait, what]

Wh-- Quill?

[And then just loud laughter, because, what]

No!

[ What - So much for Kitty's smugness. She'd really thought - ]

So you don't trust him. Because he called you a friend.

[Having since recovered from his loud hysterical laughter, Rocket is together enough to answer coherently:]

No, I don't trust him, 'cause we are friends.

What the hell's a buck?

... A dollar. It's — money. We're really missing the point here.

That doesn't make any sense.

You wanna bet on that? 'Cause I got a lifetime of experiences that would speak otherwise on that one, pal.

Ain't no one ever helped me out outta the goodness of their own heart. No one, no matter what. And I'm not about to start holdin' my breath expecting them to do it now. It don't work like that. Especially not here.

[Well, wait. He's in Zion, not-- well, whatever. Same difference. Conviction level remains the same.]

Suicidal or stupid. 'Cause I'm seein' more of stupid.

[is the rowing thing a sex thing too because]

Are you-- [LOUDLY] Hell frickin no I didn't repair his console! And if he tries comin' back and gettin' me to do it again, I'm gonna grind it up into little pieces and make him eat it! Especially now that I know the kinda shit they really pay for around here!

These people got issues.

No we ain't. 'Cause what if a buck was like-- I don't know like a craft, a little sweater, or something. Food. Something I don't care so much about, on accounta it don't really matter. But if it's money?

Then I care. A lot. You know why? 'Cause money's how you survive.

Sure it does. It means I know him good enough not to trust his dumb ass.

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