Giggles kept up his smile with something akin to rigor mortis, and tried not to talk through his teeth. He would be living off protein sludge and takeout boxes for the next week anyway, but Borulama's starting rate couldn't convince him to piss down a wall. Even if that were possible.

"Pod fare is sixty," he said. "Work with me. I could find a customer who pays twice that as easy as I could find you your first contact, no? C'mon, boy, I have dogs to feed." That wasn't true, strictly speaking, but Giggles wasn't much more than a stray in a gutter himself. "Gucci's good, though, Gucci understands. Hundred up front, two hundred for each link, and if we ever reach the Mogul..."

Well, that would never happen.

"...We'll see. Say, that's a hundred down from my best offer and a guaranteed catch. Kapiche?"