I could’a sold that hunk of junk off to ol’ Nose. Not the best, but a damn safe one. Knows how to keep a low profile he does, despite that big sniffer of his. Maybe he smells out the trouble, heh. Oh, what I could do with 100,000 UnDollars. I could have that new arm right about now.
I could’a pawned that heavy scrap metal off at the Travelling Market. Reliable a option as any I say. Ain’t nowhere near as discreet, but for 250,000 UnDollars, I’d find a way to keep safe. Definitely. A new arm and a new crib? Ya kiddin’ me?
I could’a gave that glorified chrome garbage to their competitor. Not the most kindly buncha suits, but I’m good at hagglin’. I got a few connections to get me in, 400,000 UnDollars easily. Good asking price. Good enough for a few years of R and R.
I could’a kept the ugly cube ransom. Acr0 want it back? Well, of’er me up something good. They ain’t the type to forgive, they merciless, but honor a deal they do. I’m sure I could get away with an easy 500,000 UnDollars. R and R in luxury.
I could’a given whatever that trash was to the feds. Acr0 and them don’t play nice. Not on the bounty list but if it’s so important to Acr0, I’m sure it’d fetch a good price. Snitches get riches, I can’t even imagine how much they’d offer but I hear it’s life changing.
I could’a sold this off to anyone and be well off! Set, made, happy. Piece of shit Shell-I sold and kept the earnings all to herself. Now she’s dead! In some, ditch. Well I’m living, and hell…