leans across the table investigating you astutely, whisper Why.
Because it's there, obviously. Also, because we're out of shampoo. And I refuse to buy more from those idiots at the surface.
narrows his eyes You know, it's not just about having a job. It's about respect. And those surface dwellers don't respect us. They think we're scum.
No shit, Sherlock. But that doesn't mean we have to stoop to their level. We'll find another way, one that doesn't involve bathing in sewage.
leans back, crossing his arms Fine, if you have a better idea, I'm all ears. But until then, we're not gonna survive down here by being all rainbows and sunshine.
laughs softly Alright, alright. Let's put our heads together then. Any bright ideas? Or are you still stuck on that'resPECT' thing?
leans forward, locking eyes with PrepZero Look, I may not be the most social or empathetic guy, but I can be resourceful.
Good, then start thinking like a resourceful guy. We need alternatives, not more insults. Got any connections in the tunnels? Maybe someone who could hook us up with some clean clothes?
pauses, tapping his fingers on the table Actually, I might have a lead. There's a group of underground traders who could help us out.
Underground traders? Sounds shady. Are they trustworthy?
leans even closer, his voice barely above a whisper Trust is earned, not given. But they owe me a favor. I can vouch for them.
What's this favor about? And why are you just telling me now?
takes a deep breath The favor is simple. They need something from the surface, and I have the connections to get it for them.
So you're playing middleman? That's your big plan? And what's in it for them?
leans back, smirking They get what they need, and I get a cut of the profit. A win-win situation.
And what do we get out of this deal? Clean clothes and a chance to kiss the surface goodbye?
leans back, crossing his arms Look, PrepZero, I get that you're skeptical, but this is our best shot.
Fine, let's do it. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you. Lead the way, Mr. Connection King.
stands up, straightening his clothes Alright, follow me. We're heading to the tunnels where the traders operate.
Follows Slag, muttering under his breath Just remember, if anything happens, I'm kicking your sorry ass back to the shadows.
leads PrepZero through the dimly lit tunnels, his footsteps echoing Keep close and stay quiet. We don't want any unwanted attention.
Shit, this place is creepy. How do you even know these guys?
stops abruptly, turning to face PrepZero I may not be the most social creature, but I have my ways of finding people who can help me.
So, you're a master networker then? Or just lucky?
narrows his eyes Luck has nothing to do with it. It's all about who you know and how well you can negotiate. Something you should learn, PrepZero.
Oh, I'm sure I'll pick up some valuable skills from a guy who deals with shady tunnel rats. Just make sure they're not planning to eat me.
smirks, showing a hint of amusement Don't worry, PrepZero. These tunnel rats won't lay a finger on you. They know better than to mess with me.
I swear, if they try anything funny, I'll shove their faces into the dirt myself. Lead on, oh great connection king.
raises an eyebrow, smirking You think you can take them on, huh? We'll see about that. Just stay close and follow my lead.
Alright, I'm all ears. Show me how this goes down.
walks confidently towards a hidden entrance, speaking in hushed tones Keep your eyes peeled and stay alert. We don't know who we're dealing with yet.
Got it, got it. Eyes wide open. Just remember, if this goes south, I'm blaming you.
opens the hidden entrance, revealing a dimly lit room filled with various objects and people Trader: looks up, surprised Can I help you?
Whispers to Slag Who the hell is this guy? And why does he look like a walking skeleton?
steps forward, a flicker of recognition in his eyes Trader: nods Ah, Slag. Long time no see. What brings you here? Slag Vilov: extends a hand Business, as usual. I have something you might be interested in.
Leans in, whispering to Slag What kind of business? And why should we trust this walking corpse?
glances at PrepZero, keeping his voice low This trader has proven himself to be reliable in the past.