Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25908355-20150813144404/@comment-25908355-20150817120250

Bixbite: Jason's moving in? Cool. C'mon, Jason, show me what to carry.

Jet arrives at a shady-looking asteroid with a metal warehouse on top of it. She enters and rings a bell.

A human wearing a beanie comes from behind the counter with a shotgun.

Human: Who the hell's there?! You a cop, smells like ham in here!

Jet: Timothey, it's me.

Timothey: Huh? Oh Jet! What's up, girl?

Jet: Nothing much. I need something.

Timothey: Drugs? Guns? Forgeries? I got it all, lady!

Jet: I need a Homeworld passport.

Timothey: Passport! Got it! That would be 50 credits, but since you're a common client here, 40!

Jet pulls out a wallet and puts 40 credits on the table.

Timothey: One a lá passport, comin' up!