Cutter leans back against his barstool and lets out a chuckle.
"Ya know there Ted," he called to him "your bank account ain't gonna get no bigger while your shinin' the floor with that ass 'o yours. But then again, Manhattan airspace is just a tad bit safer with you in here instead of in your cargo hauler."
He reaches in his pocket and flips Sophie a 100 credit chip. "Give ol' Ted another one of them pints, and put just a pinch of cardi in there for flavor. And PLEASE make sure he doesn't fly for another few hours. He almost took out the relay tower on top of the station last time!"
You ask me why Im weary, why I cant speak to you.
You blame me for my silence, say Its time I changed and grew.
But the war's still going on dear, and theres no end that I know...
And I cant say if were ever...
I cant say if were ever gonna be free.