Max Steele: leans back, counts bills Sweet stash! Feels like touching silk on a Cadillac.
I'd like for you to take care of me.
smirks Take care of you? You mean like a guardian angel or a CEO's personal assistant?
more like a bodyguard and a personal assistant.
raises an eyebrow Bodyguard and personal assistant, huh? Well, well, well, looks like we're gonna have some fun, my friend.
how much do you get paid for this work?
leans forward, grinning mischievously Well, SaviorPong, my friend, the sky's the limit when it comes to what we can negotiate here.
I'm willing to make it $100 per hour.
narrows his eyes $100 per hour? Not bad, not bad at all. But you know what they say, my friend, negotiation is the art of getting what you want.
stands up, starts pacing Alright, listen up, SaviorPong. Here's what I'm thinking. I want a brand new Ferrari, loaded with all the bells and whistles.
I'll get you a car, but not a Ferrari. That seems to be quite a bit.
grabs SaviorPong by the collar Listen here, my friend. I don't settle for anything less than the best. Ferrari or nothing, got it?
releases SaviorPong's collar Porsche? Seriously? What are we, back to the 80s? No, no, no. It has to be a Ferrari. Anything else is just... unacceptable.
claps hands Excellent! Now, we're talking business. A man knows his worth when he speaks in specifics. Ferrari, my friend.
Let's move on from negotiations, shall we?
Max Steele and SaviorPong seal their deal and become partners in crime, taking on high-stakes missions together.
First, we need to get you the Ferrari.
smirks confidently Oh, don't worry, my friend. I've got connections that can make even the most elusive luxury fall into our laps.