Excelsior East - Coda
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She marched into his office flanked by a pair of security guards in plain black suits, rather the the regalia they wore in her own casino.
"Are you happy?"
"Happiness is such a nebulous term, don't you think? I mean, there's the happiness of finishing a freshly baked cookie, or closing a deal, or seeing a Polish mob boss trying to re-attach his own feet with staples after having them taken off by a rotary saw. All very different types of happiness, my dear. Very different."
"Oh, I like the sound of the mob boss. But I was really talking about your band of trained apes."
"Apes? Apes? I don't remember apes. Mr. Chamblers, did you order any apes for me?"
She had to laugh and swallowed it quickly. "They broke my funhouse mirrors. I really liked those."
"I have a prototype for a new kind of modular mirrors; an electromagnetic mesh lets you reshape the ferrous heavy glass at whim. We were trying to use it for focusing and scaling lasers. But if you're extra-nice to me, I might be persuaded to pass them over to your cute little ass."
"I might be persuaded to be nice to you again."
"You'll have to be. I have my database back. Your casino is going to lose at least a week's worth of holiday traffic to make repairs, which means that all those rich schmucks from Chevy Chase will feed like cattle through my doors."
She gave a brittle smile. "Use your words next time you're angry, rather than attempting to destroy everything you get your hands on, okay?"
"Aw, Pumpkinbutter, you of all people should know that I don't like people touching my things. Especially my development database. But here, park those fabulous legs down here next to me, and let me make it up to you. My 'friends' who rumbled your casino are very useful, especially when it comes to testing military grade defense systems. And I know where to find them. So how about we have a nice dinner, I'll open up my database, and we can look at all the wonderful ways we can upgrade Wonderland so that the next time I sent them in, we get to watch them die horribly?"
Dodson gave him a more sincere smile and sat down next to him, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "That sounds like fun. That sounds like a lot of fun."
She marched into his office flanked by a pair of security guards in plain black suits, rather the the regalia they wore in her own casino.
"Are you happy?"
"Happiness is such a nebulous term, don't you think? I mean, there's the happiness of finishing a freshly baked cookie, or closing a deal, or seeing a Polish mob boss trying to re-attach his own feet with staples after having them taken off by a rotary saw. All very different types of happiness, my dear. Very different."
"Oh, I like the sound of the mob boss. But I was really talking about your band of trained apes."
"Apes? Apes? I don't remember apes. Mr. Chamblers, did you order any apes for me?"
She had to laugh and swallowed it quickly. "They broke my funhouse mirrors. I really liked those."
"I have a prototype for a new kind of modular mirrors; an electromagnetic mesh lets you reshape the ferrous heavy glass at whim. We were trying to use it for focusing and scaling lasers. But if you're extra-nice to me, I might be persuaded to pass them over to your cute little ass."
"I might be persuaded to be nice to you again."
"You'll have to be. I have my database back. Your casino is going to lose at least a week's worth of holiday traffic to make repairs, which means that all those rich schmucks from Chevy Chase will feed like cattle through my doors."
She gave a brittle smile. "Use your words next time you're angry, rather than attempting to destroy everything you get your hands on, okay?"
"Aw, Pumpkinbutter, you of all people should know that I don't like people touching my things. Especially my development database. But here, park those fabulous legs down here next to me, and let me make it up to you. My 'friends' who rumbled your casino are very useful, especially when it comes to testing military grade defense systems. And I know where to find them. So how about we have a nice dinner, I'll open up my database, and we can look at all the wonderful ways we can upgrade Wonderland so that the next time I sent them in, we get to watch them die horribly?"
Dodson gave him a more sincere smile and sat down next to him, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "That sounds like fun. That sounds like a lot of fun."
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