The cavernous hull of the vessel called Mr.Happy echoed with the laughter of the owner.
He sat with his feet up on the flight console, hands resting on his belly. An enormous pile of cash sat beside him, ready to be bagged up. 30 million credits. There was a faint aroma of synth marijuana in the air.
"Made some money for once!" He laughed.
"No idea what to do with it!" He laughed again
"Does Sir wish me to come up with some ideas? Said Pleasure Droid model MissIII.
"Not now, sweetie" he replied and smiled at how sweet life could be.
Trading had never been his true forte in life. Enjoyment of life meant everything to him. He grabbed another slice of Plas-Pizza from the box carelessly tossed on the complex flight control systems. He grabbed some paper to wipe his hands and noticed there was some advertising material inside the box.
"War bonds? What the?..."
"Bonds, Sir? I like bondage, Sir!" Said the ever-helpful droid. Maaaaan she was money well-spent!
"Later sweetie, I am reading"
"Congratulations. Sir is most clever" Replied 'Sweetie', managing to sound just a little sarcastic.
He looked sideways at the droid. Was that extra money he'd spent on her higher intelligence chip really necessary?
"Hmm, it says here that Bretonia needs cash to fight the war. Well, I don't need it. I got plenty of personal supply of what I do need. Those Bret guys seem a good bunch, too - I get a lot less hassle here than in Liberty. Well, I suppose I could toss for it - Heads yes, Tails no."
"Sir, might I suggest..." began the droid
"Not another word, Sweetie" said Mr.Happy as the coin hit the floor with the head of Queen Carina uppermost.
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