"I'm going to, uh, set up a wall around this in case it drops a bomb or something.” Adama nervously laughs. “Sounds good?”
"yeah I think I'm done pushing my luck this hour." You quickly stand up and rush back to your office.
>Interview Mr. Salt about a future business venture.https://youtu.be/Em_jM11TVuA - SALT THEME Mr. Salt enters through the airlock. "WOO! It's dark in here." You offer him a chair but he shakes his head. "Too small, ha ha! Let's talk, Admin."
"Right. I would like to talk about future business ventures the two of us have. You do remember the fortune given, right?"
"Of course! It was quite a cute little machine, ha ha! What business venture do you desire? This facility has been VERY interesting!" Mr. Salt squats down a little bit.
"Well, we have a decent working relationship and that fortune should help make any further prospect better. Has there been anything you wanted but couldn't get?"
"Hmm. Sponsors, haha! It's hard keeping up the stock when you have to constantly scavenge it, ha HA!"
"Oh, sponsors? We could actually sponsor you...well, a roundabout way. We got massively popular a day or so ago thanks to a TV broadcast."
"Oh ho! So sponsors must be eating up for you! Perhaps you can ring some up for little ol' me?" He leans in close, fluttering his eyes. It would be cute if he wasn't some crusty old fuck.
"For a proper payment on the investment, of course. If a company wishes to sponsor you thanks to us, we want a cut of the profit."
"Hmmm. How much of a cut?"
[BOUND BY DUTY] You just entered negotiations. The proper way to play this is to throw a massively huge profit cut.
"75%." You say without a shred of guilt. You simply get laughed at by Mr. Salt. "I'm sorry, chump! But I can only offer you a 5% cut!"
[DYING LIGHT] He has accepted it, just not in a direct way. Keep discussing.
"5%? You kill me, Salt, you do. That's barely a return on investment. 70%, no lower than that, I swear."
"HAHA! 10% or I leave right now! I promise!"
"65."
"15!"
"50."
"25!"
"45."
"30!"
"35!" The two of you yell at the same time. You hold out a hand. He grabs it and firmly shakes it, coating your hand in a thin layer of salt.
"You drive yourself a hard bargain, ha HA! Do you kiss Mr. Churchland with those bargains, huh, huh?" The tone he's trying to put on is something serious and respectable...but he's too busy laughing to really keep it up.
"Deal! 35% of the profits and you get a company to send me their products! Of course, if YOU buy something from my improved stock..."
"Well, it would be flatout silly if I gave you a 35% of the purchase back. But for everyone else, you'll get a nice cut of the cash flow!"
"That sound reasonable enough. How have you been enjoying our facility, by the by?"
"It's been great, ha ha! Thanks for letting me stay, chump!" Mr. Salt gets back up and waddles out of your office.
