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Deep in the Boss's dungeon lair on a nearby tax haven island...
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| Listen, E.S., I don't like these damned...these damned...whatever they're called... | |
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| That's right. I don't like them any more than you do, but we have to keep them reasonably sweet, otherwise we'll be doing the blasted work ourselves, old man. | |
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| Should we pay them their quarterly bonus, then, Boss? | |
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| Are you insane? I said sweet, not financially independent. Put those in that chest over there - I have dungeon upkeep costs to pay! | |
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| Don't worry, Boss, they'll need a magnifying glass to find their bonus by the time I've finished with it! | |
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