Zell and his friend, Shorty, were just coming out of the weapon shop after having a great time checking out all the new stuff they had seen in this month's issue of Weapons Monthly.
Shorty whistled, "Wow. Zell, check out that piece o' tail!"
Zell, preoccupied with getting his portable CD player to work, asked, "Score?"
"Seven and a half," Shorty replied. Zell whipped his head around at light speed, forgetting about his CD player, just trying to catch a glimpse of the girl Shorty was talking about. She was slender, with dark hair, and was carrying books. Staring at her luscious body, he could only think of one word.
"Da-amn..."
Noticing the books, Zell got an idea. He quickly took off his BALAMB GARDEN jacket and started jogging on the spot. He patted Shorty on the back and started running toward her. As he was about to pass her, he gently bumped into her. She dropped a book and a few file folders, and she started cursing at herself.
Turning around, Zell remarked with a smile, "Ohmygod, sorry lady. Can I help you with those?"
Without waiting for an answer, he picked up her stuff and handed it to her. "Zell Dincht, right?" the lady asked.
Zell was dumbfounded. "How the hell did you know my..."
She pulled a folder from her armload and opened it. On the front page was a picture of him and an info sheet. "It seems you like to frequent places that give out credit. Feel like paying up, Mr. Dincht?"
"I'll pay as much as I have to, if you'll just walk around that corner with me, pretending you really dig me." A cold, hard slap in the face was Zell's reply. He stumbled backward, tripped on a rock, and fell to the ground. She dropped folded court papers on his chest, and started walking away. After a few seconds, he finally clued in. "I didn't mean it like that!!"
She spoke in almost a sing-song voice, never turning toward him, "Good-bye, Mr. Dincht! I'll see you in court!"
Shorty promptly came over and helped Zell off the ground, laughing. "You knew, didn't you?" Shorty nodded. "But...how?"
"Well, Zell...you must've been an idiot to not have seen the 'BCA' logo on her blazer."
Author's Note: BCA stands for Balamb Collection Agency. They collect the money that businesses in Balamb lose because of irresponsible spenders/people who abuse credit. People like Zell Dincht. Don't expect to see them for a while again though, if ever.