Negotiating
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"You're kidding me, Sam. Please tell me you're kidding. Why can't it live at your place?"
Sam shrugs. "I live with Astrid and Little Pete. Orc just lives with you."
Howard sneers and rolls his eyes. "Oh, and we're expendable, right? Let me tell you, Sammy, there's no way you have enough 'Bertos to-"
"I know, Howard, I know. Orc doesn't work cheap. You've only said it a thousand times. But see, I already talked to him and he agreed to it for a fair price, so it's just you standing in the way."
"I wasn't talking about Orc, I was talking about me! There aren't enough 'Bertos in the FAYZ for this life insurance!" Howard throws up his hands. "There is no way we're keeping a Drake-zombie psycho thing in my basement! What if it gets out? Orc on a good day fights it to a draw. Me, I'm its appetizer. Can't you just let me run the daycare?"
"Like we'd let you near kids." Sam reaches into his pocket. "I hoped to break the news to you easier, but you weren't at the last Council meeting, so you didn't really get a say."
Sam places a set of keys in Howard's hand.
"We're evicting you from your place and moving you to Sunset Street. Brittney's already tied up in the basement and Orc's been moving his stuff over there for the last hour." Sam almost smiles at that. "Oh, and you're welcome for the ten 'Bertos a week you'll be getting for this."
Howard closes his hand over the keys and chuckles grimly. "Ten 'Bertos for getting maybe whipped to death by a zombie moof? Sam, I've never been happier to have elected you mayor."