“The poor quality of this new shipment is absolutely appalling.”
“It’s my suppliers. Whaddaya gonna do?”
“Oh come now. Half of your last batch died before we completed the first round of experiments. And this shipment’s humans look even less disease-resistant.”
“Who ya gonna go to instead?”
“Perhaps…one of the missions.”
“Them humans selling humans? What perks they givin’ out these days? Them frequent flyer miles? Think they’ll ever offer you…eternal life?”
“Look, God, let’s be real. That eternal life nonsense is about as likely to materialize as my last check to you that, of course, is in the mail.”
