01-13-2004, 10:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2004, 10:23 PM by M1A2Tanker.)
Tank looked at the list slowly, scratching his chin. "Well, the mechs probably won't sell too well, since there's not much else out on the market that's comparable. But we'll see. Can't do anything with the officers, the pamphlets, or the Selkath. You're kinda stuck with'em. And you can't sell me back my own tank treads Ace..."
He looked at Ace with a slightly accusatory gaze.
"As for the weapons, ships, the neon sign, which by-the-way I'll have one up just for grins and giggles, and the uniform I can take. The sabers though I'll have to lock up. Can't just sell those to anyone after all."
He looked at Ace with a slightly accusatory gaze.
"As for the weapons, ships, the neon sign, which by-the-way I'll have one up just for grins and giggles, and the uniform I can take. The sabers though I'll have to lock up. Can't just sell those to anyone after all."
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.