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[dostoevsky]

Two questions, Zion:

1. What would you trade for one cat's worth of fresh meat?
2. What the fuck is happening?

Cheers.

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[rathercommon]

NO ONE IS GOING TO EAT THAT CAT.

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[dostoevsky]

You'll have to take that up with whomever buys it from me.

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[rathercommon]

FINE. I'll buy it from you.

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[dostoevsky]

If you outbid everyone else.

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[rathercommon]

I'll buy it RIGHT NOW. The offer is going fast.

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[dostoevsky]

I don't doubt that your pockets are deep, Ms. Temple [ I'm going to pretend he knows her fake surname, if she's never said it on the network, whatever, he knows people ] but there had better be more in them than sweets.

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[rathercommon]

Sweets go for a LOT in trade. They're luxury goods.

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[dostoevsky]

Maybe so, but I'm not going to eat them.
I don't know anyone who wants them and can't get them without going around me.
Bad business decision.

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[rathercommon]

Something for trade is something for trade. You don't need a monopoly, do you.

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[dostoevsky]

Not any more than you need a cat.

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[rathercommon]

The point isn't to get a cat. The point is to AVOID RENEWED EXTINCTION OF AN ENTIRE SPECIES.

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[dostoevsky]

Unless you have another cat, that's going to happen anyway.
She'll just be stringier when it does.

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[rathercommon]

One cat's shown up. It's definitely not impossible that a second will too.