Sime/Gen Roleplaying: Two Roads Diverged Scenario
Episode #48: Give 'Em an Inch.... (7/28/98)
Fremus lurks around the back alleys trying not to look desperate.
Fremus is a renSime, a few days off need, dirty and unshaven.
Fremus: ~ oh woe is me ~
Fremus slinks out from the alley and zlins - a channel!
Fremus throws himself down in front of the heavenly creature.
Bum Bum is walking along carrying a Gen's lunch.
Bum Bum jerks to a halt in surprise.
Bum Bum's lip curls as he zlins the wretch.
Bum Bum: ~~resignation~~
Bum Bum: Can I help you?
Bum Bum: Or something?
Fremus: Oh please, kind Hajene, have pity on such a poor creature as I, whose eyes are not worth to gaze upon you, whose laterals are not worthy to zlin you.
Bum Bum brightens a bit at the praise.
Bum Bum: [or at least, at the self-abasement, which has the same effect]
Bum Bum: OK... I think I can do that. Anything else I can do for you today?
Bum Bum: ~~pity~~
Fremus: Cruel fate has made it impossible for me to step near that hateful Center, and from attrition I must die if not for the mercy of such as yourself.
Fremus: ~ pathetic ~
Bum Bum thinks this guy is asking him for transfer, although it's a little bit hard to tell.
Bum Bum: I see.
Bum Bum: Well,
Fremus: It is through no fault of my own that this has become my fate!
Bum Bum: Oh??
Bum Bum wonders if the guy is about to tell his entire life story, and die of attrition in the process.
Fremus: Rather, it is the cruelness and heartlessness of those who run the Establishment.
Fremus: You don't work there do you?
Bum Bum: No!
Bum Bum: ~truthfully~
Fremus: Oh. Therefore I stretch out my tentacles to you in hope.
Bum Bum isn't sure if he is up to serving the need of somebody this poetic.
Bum Bum: Well, I... sure.
Bum Bum: Come back with me and I'll see if I can borrow some selyn from my lady friend.
Fremus: It's not for my own sake I ask it. It's for the sake of the little ones.
Bum Bum: Oh...?
Bum Bum was afraid it was going to come to something like this.
Fremus: You will? I mean you can? I mean you will help?
Fremus hugs his ankles and kisses his feet.
Bum Bum grimaces.
Bum Bum: ~~feels very sorry for himself, underneath the projection of pity and mercy~~
Fremus: ~ gratitude ~
Bum Bum: Uh... right. Come this way.
Fremus: I shall sing your praises to the world!
Bum Bum projects a soothing field.
Fremus gets up and follows Bumanuel.
Fremus: All shall know that there is mercy outside the Tecton!
Fremus is romaticizing very loudly.
Bum Bum is glad this guy doesn't know his name, or the Tecton would be down upon him ere the first note of the song reached the world's ears.
Bum Bum: Great. [sourly]
Bum Bum: It's in here. [unlocks his door]
Bum Bum wonders how he could get in this much trouble walking only 6 blocks.
Fremus slobbers his thanks.
Bum Bum shakes off his arm, which has become coated with saliva, then swings the door open.
Eliza has taken advantage of the bed to catch a nap on a real mattress.
Fremus is a little put out by the fact that this channel doesn't reside in a palace.
Fremus sort of thought all channels were extremely wealthy and figures that this one must be doing something fundamentally wrong.
Bum Bum leads Fremus up the stairs, not liking the abrupt shift in the renSime's nager.
Fremus: You live here, oh great one?
Fremus: ~ disbelieving ~
Bum Bum: No no, it's just a rental.
Bum Bum is starting to become rather nervous.
Fremus: Ah! I see. No, I don't.
Bum Bum has never had transfer with a crazy person, except when Snake served him.
Fremus is nervous of the narrow dark stairway, although they have never worried him before.
Bum Bum: Well it's not important is it? Your need will be served.
Bum Bum wonders how this loser is going to pay him... maybe with a song?
Bum Bum grimaces as he unlocks his apartment door.
Fremus: Oh how wise your words! Truly is it not the location but the act?
Bum Bum: Ummmh.
Bum Bum is unaware he sounds like Snake.
Bum Bum: Hold on a minute.
Bum Bum slips inside the apartment and closes the door quickly.
Bum Bum: Eliza? [whispers]
Fremus: For it is written! "Many a good man has died for want of transfer, no good man has died for want of a transfer lounge."
Eliza stirs. "Ummm?"
Bum Bum tiptoes to her side.
Bum Bum: Hey I have to ask you a favor. Can I borrow some selyn?
Eliza sits up and rubs her eyes.
Eliza: Sure.
Eliza wakes up.
Eliza: Can you borrow some what?
Bum Bum: Oh and, when this guy comes in, don't use my real name. He's some sort of crazy poet or something.
Eliza: What do you mean borrow, how do you intend to give it back?
Bum Bum: I haven't worked that part out yet. But this guy is in need, he has to be served. I don't have any spare.
Eliza worries, she had still intended to sell it for money she is going to need.
Eliza: Is he going to pay you?
Bum Bum: I don't know. Look, it's just a renSime.
Fremus hears the word 'pay' and worries.
Fremus: Ah, it is written that "the kindness of a generous man is worth all the angel feathers in heaven".
Fremus: [loudly from the hall]
Eliza: Did you get food?
Eliza: ~ hungry ~
Bum Bum: Oh! That. Yeah.
Eliza: Well, Snake will kill me if she finds out. But if you don't tell her....
Bum Bum pulls a potato (raw) and a limp half of a cheese sandwich out of his pocket.
Bum Bum: I put as many condiments on it as I could, to make it bigger. [apologetically]
Eliza looks at the potato in dismay.
Eliza looks at the sandwich with the feeling that maybe the potato would be better.
Bum Bum: Why in shen would I tell Snake anything? You said she's not even in town right?
Fremus clears his throat loudly.
Bum Bum is wondering whether he should actually give this guy transfer or not.
Eliza: I don't know where she is. She might be in town. I have no idea.
Fremus: For the sake of the little ones!
Bum Bum: Shedoni, what a loser. How did I manage to pick this guy up? [groans]
Eliza is a bit nervous having no real way of telling exactly how much Bumanuel is going to take.
Bum Bum: Here, let me have the selyn now, and I'll go serve him in the hall.
Eliza: ~ nervous ~
Eliza: All right.
Fremus hears agreement, although he doesn't zlin it.
Fremus: And it shall be said: "his generosity knows no bounds!"
Bum Bum reaches for Eliza's hands, then stops suddenly as he realizes he could get his own need served at the same time, before Eliza realizes what is going on.
Bum Bum agonizes for a few moments.
Bum Bum: Er... is there any chance that...?
Bad Angel: Don't tell her! Just do it!
Bum Bum hears the little voice and stops just short of asking the question.
Good Angel: Oh no, you musn't do that! That would be wrong.
Bum Bum starts sweating.
Bum Bum: I know it's wrong [mutters under his breath], but....
Bad Angel: Wrong? It's a Gen! That's what they are for.
Bum Bum shakes his head as something itching and annoying finds its way into his ear.
Bum Bum bats at the air next to his ear.
Good Angel goes flying.
Good Angel: Sqark!!!!
Bum Bum: Ahh... [feels better]
Bad Angel laughs out loud.
Bum Bum reaches for Eliza's arms and takes her in transfer position.
Bad Angel: Good one!
Bad Angel disappears.
Eliza: You will be careful, won't you?
Bum Bum's intil peaks sharply and he almost initiates draw but then she speaks.
Bum Bum: [shuddering, his mouth against hers]
Bum Bum: Oh... yeah... I'll be gentle.
Bum Bum: ~~intil~~
Eliza: ~ resignation ~
Bum Bum's tentacles caress her arms urgently and he presses against her, head bowed to reach her lips.
Bum Bum finds her resignation exciting, and grips her hard, begins to draw.
Eliza starts to realise that wasn't the answer to her question, but before she can ask for clarification Bumanuel reaches for 5th contact.
Eliza feels him drawing, and realises she shouldn't be able to.
Bum Bum: ~~sweet delight... craving~~
Eliza: ~ resistance ~
Bum Bum draws harder, revelling in the resistance, seeking pain.
Bum Bum: ~~kill... kill...~~~
Eliza feels a sudden burning and gives in, lowering the resistance in resignation.
Bum Bum feels an ecstatic ~~~joy~~~ at the moment of Eliza's pain, then draws greedily to a close, unable to duplicate the effect, curiously let down by the absence of either pain or positive emotions.
Bum Bum releases Eliza.
Eliza starts to fall forward, catches herself, and slaps him across the face.
Eliza: I felt that!
Bum Bum jerks back.
Bum Bum looks surprised, his hair mussed, a white hand mark on his face slowly turning dull red.
Bum Bum: I! But...!
Fremus dances with excitement in the hallway, having zlinned the whole thing.
Fremus: Superb! Delightful! A work of art!
Eliza: That hurt!
Bum Bum shakes his head, trying to clear it.
Bum Bum: You resisted....
Eliza: If you were just lowering my field I shouldn't have felt anything!!!
Bum Bum belatedly moves his arms behind his back for safekeeping.
Bum Bum: I... look, I just... Eliza, calm down. [backing off]
Eliza: I am calm! [realises with some surprise that this is true] You know damn well what happens when I'm not calm!
Bum Bum blanches.
Bum Bum: I'm sorry, I'm not used to calm people using three exclamation points.
Bum Bum: Look... I didn't mean for that to happen - can we talk about this later? I've got this guy waiting outside....
Eliza: Go on. I'm not going anywhere.
Bum Bum turns and flees out the door.
Eliza rubs her arms and considers the cheese sandwich.
Bum Bum slams it shut behind him and presses his back against it, then looks at Fremus.
Fremus: Ah, master of a thousand joys!
Bum Bum's eyes narrow.
Fremus: How humbly we stand before you, our lives in your laterals!
Bum Bum: 'We'?
Bum Bum wonders when this guy became royalty.
Bum Bum: Okay okay, let's get this over with. Form of payment?
Bum Bum rubs his cheek bone where Eliza smacked him one.
Bum Bum: ~~ow~~
Fremus: P-p-p-payment? Your name shall be shouted from the rooftops. Your fame shall be world wide!
Bum Bum: No!! I don't want fame.
Fremus: ~ hope ~
Fremus: ~ stumped ~
Bum Bum: That's the last thing I want. That's like, negative payment.
Fremus: You don't want fame?
Bum Bum: Shen no! I'm on the run from the law, what do I want every last joker on the planet knowing my name for?
Fremus: It is? Oh dear. In that case, I shall be as quiet as a mouse and tell no one.
Bum Bum: Much better. Um, you don't have any cash at all?
Fremus: ~ loss of hope giving way to fear ~
Fremus: Alas! I have nothing! Nothing! Consider the little ones!
Bum Bum: I'm sorry, I can't accept your children as payment. You should have gone to Snake.
Fremus: It would be dreadful for me if I was forced to go back to the Center. Having to tell them of the channel living here who refused me....
Bum Bum's eyes widen in anger as he realizes the guy is threatening him.
Bum Bum: You're talking about exposing me to the Tecton if I don't serve your need??
Eliza decides that she is that hungry and eats the sandwich.
Bum Bum: What kind of B.S. is that?
Bum Bum: You're standing here, dying of attrition, and you are threatening me if I don't give you selyn? Do you have any idea how incredibly stupid that is?
Fremus: I-I-I! [falls to his knees] Oh humbly I beg your pardon! That was never my intention!
Bum Bum: Are you some kind of a poet or something?
Fremus: A poet? A Poet? I am a philosopher!
Bum Bum: Look, are you any good at poetry and songs and such at all?
Bum Bum thinks anybody this flowery talking ought to have some utility in that area.
Fremus blinks.
Fremus: Well, I have written a few under pseudonyms, but I usually don't admit to it.
Bum Bum: I'd be willing to accept a poem or song in payment if you write it just so.
Fremus: You would?
Fremus: Of course, I write much better when I'm post.
Bum Bum: Oh really? Well, I was thinking of a poem about how much you need somebody.
Bum Bum: A Gen.
Bum Bum pulls out a piece of folded paper from his vest pocket, and a pen, and hands them to Fremus.
Bum Bum: Come on, this ought to be easy for you.
Fremus: A Gen? Any particular Gen or just a Gen in general?
Bum Bum: Her name is Eliza.
Fremus is already kneeling on the floor so he puts the pad on the floor and, head down, bum up, puts pen to paper.
Bum Bum is in a lousy mood since his transfer didn't go 100% well, but he's not about to give up what might be his only chance left to get a decent Companion.
Fremus: Ah Eliza how delicious is your selyn, In my body is it dwellen...
Fremus: Something like that?
Bum Bum: AUGH!!
Bum Bum snatches the paper back.
Bum Bum: Never mind. Come here.
Bum Bum: ~~Gen~~
Bum Bum figures he'd better cut his losses.
Fremus humbly approaches on his knees, and reaches for the channel/Gen.
Bum Bum: ~~robust source of strength/life~~
Bum Bum: ~~throbbing golden glow~~
Fremus: ~ may I be so bold? ~
Fremus: ~ relief ~
Bum Bum struggles to keep the impatience from his nager.
Fremus makes five contacts without even knowing it and draws the life into himself, to become a part of his existence, to lift and exhilarate.
Bum Bum: ~~completion/satisfaction/optimistic well-being~~
Fremus draws the flow of pure "self" into his system, bathing in the water of "being"
Fremus throws back his head with a audible "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"
Fremus: To thank you would be to lessen the gift. However, I will be, if you ever need me, your humble servant and orator.
Fremus: Fremus Sevanius at your service.
Bum Bum: Don't let the door hit you on the way out. [mutters under his breath]
Bum Bum: [louder] No problem. See you later.
Fremus: Your name! I didn't get your name!
Eliza decides that the sandwich probably isn't going to kill her after all and looks at the potato.
Bum Bum: Oh, I'm sorry.
Bum Bum bows.
Bum Bum: Hajene Renegade Garkinson at your service.
Bum Bum: Or Gark for short.
Bum Bum: Now if you please? I must go in to see to my friend.
Bum Bum doesn't trust this fellow to not hose his name liberally all over the scene which is why he gave a fake one.
Fremus bows deeply in respect for the most superlative Gark.
Eliza knows where she would like to shove the potato.
Bum Bum shows Fremus down the stairs and firmly locks him out.
Fremus walks down the street with his head held high, buoyed up on life and feeling marvelous.
Bum Bum then carefully scribbles out the bit about "Ah Eliza how delicious is your selyn, In my body is it dwellen..." and writes his own poem on the piece of paper.
Bum Bum goes back up the stairs and takes a deep breath before going back into the apartment.
Bum Bum closes the door behind him and approaches Eliza with some trepidation.
Bum Bum: Eliza...?
Eliza holds up the potato. "And just what am I suppose to do with this?"
Bum Bum looks surprised.
Bum Bum: It's edible.
Bum Bum: You could eat it.
Eliza: It's not cooked! I'm a Gen, not a cow!
Bum Bum fingers the paper nervously.
Bum Bum: Er... well, all right. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to.
Eliza: I don't suppose you have any money for anything else?
Eliza: I don't suppose I even have any selyn left worth selling?
Bum Bum looks ashamed.
Bum Bum: Look... you have plenty left. I'm only a 3rd.
Bum Bum: But I wanted to - that wasn't right what I did, and I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself.
Bum Bum: Your field is so....
Bum Bum gulps.
Eliza: Well, you should have told me.
Bum Bum: I almost did.
Eliza: Did you enjoy it?
Bum Bum: I... almost did.
Eliza: Don't you think you would have enjoyed it more if you had been truthful with me?
Eliza: If you were in need do you really think I would have refused you?
Bum Bum: I don't know. I can't know.
Bum Bum: ~pitiful expression~
Bum Bum: Look, I wrote you this poem.
Eliza sighs.
Bum Bum offers it to her.
Eliza: You wrote me a poem? ~ unbelieving ~
Eliza takes it in a daze.
Bum Bum: Yeah....
Poem: Gone
Poem: I thought forever
Poem: Caught
Poem: Between the folded lips of darkness
Poem: And the memory of what I never
Poem: Had
Poem: Golden
Poem: Sweet is my longing
Poem: Are you dust?
Eliza reads it again.
Eliza reads it a third time in case she is missing something.
Eliza: It's very, nice. Sweet. Thank you.
Bum Bum zlins Eliza anxiously.
Eliza: ~ touched ~
Bum Bum: I'm sorry I... I'm sorry.
Eliza: I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in need.
Bum Bum: I just couldn't help myself, after all those times we never got a chance to do it before... and now you'll go back to Snake....
Eliza: If you had only told me, I could have made it so much better for you.
Bum Bum: I know... I'm sorry!
Bum Bum starts crying, unexpectedly.
Eliza: Oh please don't cry!
Eliza stands up and puts her arms around him.
Eliza: ~ support ~
Bum Bum slowly melts against her, crying out his reaction to transfer (and to the last months of utter frustration).
Eliza pats his back helplessly.
Eliza: It's all right, there there.
Bum Bum: I had to kill again.
Bum Bum: I couldn't find anybody to train.
Eliza shivers.
Eliza: Well you shouldn't have run away.
Bum Bum: You all ran away from me!
Bum Bum knows it wasn't that simple.
Eliza: We still have a spare horse. Oh, no we don't, Tanzarra is using it!
Eliza: I'm sure Snake would let you come back.
Eliza thinks she is sure but tries to show positive in her field.
Bum Bum: But Snake would murder me.
Bum Bum had tried to bring the police down on Snake for that very reason... and he knows Snake would never forgive him for that.
Bum Bum of course has no idea that Snake never figured out he was actually helping the police instead of their prisoner, that having been such an uncharacteristic role for him.
Eliza: She might not. Not if you promised..
Bum Bum: Promised?
Eliza: Yeah, you know, to stay with her and not to kill again.
Eliza thinks that another channel is the last thing that Snake needs.
Bum Bum: But... she'll just treat me cruelly like she did before... and never let me have a Gen transfer.
Eliza: What are you going to do then?
Bum Bum: I don't know!
Bum Bum: Do you have the strength to protect me from her?
Eliza: Me? No!
Bum Bum breaks into a fresh batch of crying.
Bum Bum fights it, trying to dry his tears.
Eliza: Maybe if you tried putting an ad in the paper? You know "Donor wanted" or something?
Bum Bum: I should have known I could never have you.
Bum Bum: ~~hopeless~~
Eliza doesn't point out that he just did.
Eliza: Well, I don't know where the others are....
Eliza: I could stay with you for a while if you like.
Bum Bum looks up at her [from very close since they are in an embrace] with teary hope in his eyes.
Bum Bum: Would you?
Eliza: I can't promise anything. Tanzarra is trying to break from a match and needs me too.
Eliza fidgets mentally while wishing there were two of her.
Bum Bum jerks away from her, shocked.
Bum Bum: You have another?
Bum Bum: Snake has given you to another??
Eliza: Didn't I mention her? She is working with Snake.
Bum Bum has AAAARRRGHHH!!!! written all over his face.
Eliza: No, not yet.
Bum Bum: What does she have that I don't have?
Eliza: She is having transfer from Snake while working off her dependency
Bum Bum: Is she a 3rd? Is she a junct? Is... Oh! She's on channel's transfer?
Bum Bum thinks then there's hope.
Bum Bum: But what of Snake? Is she going to want another channel around?
Eliza: No she isn't junct, she is a 2nd. Her matchmate died.
Eliza: Errr, probably not, although she has been training Griff and Linn.
Eliza: I think. Linn anyway is working with Tanzarra.
Bum Bum: Her matchmate died?!
Bum Bum may be uneducated, but even he knows people don't survive that.
Eliza: Yes. It's really sad.
Bum Bum tries to keep the relief off his face.
Bum Bum: Oh... yes.
Bum Bum slowly lets go of Eliza.
Eliza: You all right now?
Eliza: ~ concern ~
Bum Bum: I don't think I can go back there.
Bum Bum: It's too dangerous... I think she'll murder me on sight.
Bum Bum would rather kill a thousand times than be murdered once.
Eliza: Maybe if I went ahead and asked her? What am I saying? I don't even know where she is!
Bum Bum looks alarmed, then relieved, then confused.
Bum Bum: Oh... oh.
Eliza: But, I have to find her. What will we do for money? Can you work?
Bum Bum: I just got into town here, I haven't had much luck picking up work in the brothels like I usually do.
Bum Bum: I was trying to hold out until the carnival comes in 3 weeks.
Eliza: ~ panic ~ Carnival???
Bum Bum: So I've been... [embarrassed]
Bum Bum: Well, I've been washing dishes at a diner on 3rd.
Eliza looks at him in amazement.
Bum Bum: It's a lousy job, I don't even get free meals.
Bum Bum: And look at how chapped my hands are!
Bum Bum shows her hands and tentacles.
Eliza: Bumanuel! That's good honest work. ~ proud of him ~
Bum Bum looks like a kicked dog, but perks up with the effects of her nager.
Eliza takes his hand and rubs it gently.
Bum Bum relaxes a little at her touch.
Eliza: Maybe they need a waitress or something? I've seen lots of waitresses and I think I could do that.
Bum Bum: Maybe... you could come with me tomorrow and ask the manager.
Eliza: Hey! Do you know any bars around the place?
Bum Bum: Yeah there are a lot of bars.
Eliza: I can't remember the name but it was dark and the chairs were red and there was a picture of a bull outside.
Bum Bum: Just walk down the street there's about one every 3 blocks.
Eliza: I've looked for it, I can't find it again.
Eliza: If you knew which one it was we could see if there was a message from Linn.
Bum Bum kind of liked the idea of Eliza working at his diner and one day coming to accept a quiet life with him.
Bum Bum: Well... do you remember anything else about it? What road it was on?
Bum Bum: Was it right in town or near the edge?
Bum Bum: Are you sure it was in Tanadu Junction?
Eliza: I don't know. I think it was near the edge.
Eliza: Is that where we are?
Bum Bum: Yes.
Eliza: You know, we really should think about getting some groceries in or something. I'm going to be hungry again eventually and you should eat now too.
Eliza really misses Snake and her seemingly endless supply of cash.
Bum Bum: Pay day is in three days.
Bum Bum: [sadly]
Bum Bum: I have to save all my money for taxes or they'll never believe I'm a renSime.
Eliza: I can't not eat for three days! Can you ask the manager for an advance or... renSime?
Eliza: Why would they have to believe you are a renSime?
Bum Bum: Well, I can't very well go around letting on I'm a channel!
Bum Bum: Or junct.
Bum Bum: I have to guard my field constantly.
Bum Bum: It's okay, I grew up doing it. But here there isn't any way to avoid paying taxes, it's too small a town.
Eliza frowns. "I can understand why you can't tell them you are junct, but why not tell them that you are a channel?"
Bum Bum: Because then they'll watch me like a hawk to make sure I don't try to work as a channel.
Bum Bum: I don't want to draw the attention of channels, they'll be able to zlin I'm junct.
Bum Bum: So you see my problem.
Eliza: But couldn't you make more money working as a channel?
Eliza: And isn't entran a problem?
Eliza: Oh! I see.
Eliza: Maybe you should move onto a bigger town then?
Bum Bum: Well, it's uncomfortable, but it's not dangerous, not for a 3rd. I can put up without work for some time, although I do have to work a little.
Bum Bum: I've thought about it.
Bum Bum: But also I thought maybe I should just play it safe.
Bum Bum: I mean, I almost have something going here. I get enough work to avoid getting sick and I kind of have enough to live on.
Eliza: What were you going to do when you needed transfer?
Bum Bum looks haunted.
Eliza wishes she hadn't asked that.
Bum Bum: Well I... I keep trying to look for a Gen who will experiment.
Bum Bum: So far I haven't found one, but maybe... maybe next month....
Bum Bum: I don't have to kill every month you know. I can usually control enough to prevent it.
Bum Bum: If I can find somebody who won't fight me, we can go for 2 or 3 months before they really have to learn....
Bum Bum shies away from the rest of that thought.
Eliza makes a decision. "I'll stay with you until you find someone who can help you."
Bum Bum's heart leaps.
Bum Bum: You will?
Bum Bum looks at Eliza with grateful hope.
Bum Bum's mind scrambles to think of how to win Eliza's permanent favors.
Bum Bum feels a surge of excitement at being given a little longer to try... and her help in trying to locate another.
Eliza: I will, I just don't know what Snake will say if she finds me. But on the other hand, I might never see her again.
Eliza feels dreadfully sad at this.
Bum Bum's excitement wilts at the mention of Snake.
Bum Bum further wilts at Eliza's sadness.
Bum Bum: Oh... er... well....
Bum Bum: Yeah.
Bum Bum sits slumped.
Bum Bum: I mean, thank you. I really appreciate this.
Eliza: Do you think you could find more work as a channel if you have a Donor with you:?
Bum Bum: Maybe.
Bum Bum: But I am beginning to see that the kind of work I usually do, there just isn't a market for in this town.
Bum Bum reaches out and puts his hand on Eliza's.
Bum Bum: But we'll see.