| response
| - 150(xsd:integer)
- {low voice, so only the player hears / Stern} I got a better idea. You take care of Wolfgang. I'll pay you 100 caps to put a bullet between his eyes.
- {Puzzled} Hey, you for hire? I have 100 caps if you take care of him.
- {shouting, he's outside the building / Angry} You hear that, Wolfgang? You'll get your damn money, but I better not catch you selling chems to my boy again.
- {reaching for your gun / Angry} So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Hope you've made your peace.
- {Nervous} Look, I've been in a shootout before, and I don't like our odds. You for hire? I've got 100 caps if you help us get rid of that chem-pusher.
- {Afraid} Wait! Maybe we can work something out. You take care of Wolfgang out there, and I'll open up the shop. Pay you 100 caps on top of it.
- {Irritated} Oh, that chem-pusher didn't tell you? He got my boy hooked on Jet, sold him a ton of junk on "credit" and now expects me to pay him off.
- All right, killer, 200 caps for Wolfgang's head. That's as high as I'll go.
- {Pleading} Look, this place might not look it, but caravans come through here, okay? I have supplies. You help me, we can trade for whatever you need.
- {Happy} Thank you. I'll back you up from here. Go get him!
- {player failed to negotiate / Stern} I'm not playing this game, scavver. 100 caps or nothing.
- A little bit of everything...
- All salvage, but nothing's junk...
- Fair enough, say 125 caps.
- I'll pay you 150 caps, then.
- It's all worth every cap I'm charging...
- {Friendly} Now, let's get back to business. You need anything for the road?
- Okay, I'll make it 125 caps.
- {Stern} Wolfgang thinks I owe him money. I say he got my son Patrick hooked on chems and cheated him out of our savings.
- {gruff, talking to the player / Stern} All right, crisis is over. If you're here to trade, step up to the counter.
- {player failed to negotiate / Angry} I'm not playing this game, scavver. 100 caps or nothing.
- {reaching for your gun / Sad} Then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do...
- {intimidated / Afraid} All right, all right! You win. I'll pay up.
- {Angry} I ain't giving you poison-shilling chem pushers anything! Do you know what that junk has done to my boy?
- {Sad} Fine. Then leave.
- All right, killer, it's 200 caps for the job. That's as high as I'll go.
- {Depressed} All right. I'll pay, but that bastard ain't gonna sell one more drop of Jet to my boy.
- {low voice, so only the player hears / Pleading} Get rid of Wolfgang! I don't know what he offered you, but I'll pay you 100 caps to kill that Jet-selling scumbag.
- {Puzzled} Why? You for hire? I have 100 caps if you blow Wolfgang's head off.
- {Stern} That bastard ain't getting a single damn cap from me.
- {Happy} *chuckle* You got that right. But Wolfgang out there means business. I need him gone.
- {Grateful} Yeah. It's gonna take my son a while to get off the chems, but we'll make it. We always do.
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| Before
| - Player Default: Let's see what you've got.
- Player Default: Wolfgang and I had a deal. If I'm going to back out on it, I'll need more.
- Player Default: All right, Trudy. I'll get rid of him.
- Player Default: I'm calling it right here. This world can officially bite my ass.
- Player Default: And why should I help you?
- Player Default: Anything I can do to help?
- Player Default: Fine. I'm out of here.
- Player Default: Not going to happen, Trudy.
- Player Default: Why? What's going on?
- Player Default: Why? What's this all about?
- Player Default: You got things covered from here?
- Player Default: Your offer seems a little low for a man's life.
- Player Default: Look, you owe them money. If you just pay them, then this will be over. Everyone walks away without getting hurt.
- Wolfgang: We had a deal, Trudy! Hand over the goods. You owe us!
- Wolfgang: Fine by me, Trudy. Your son's broke as shit, anyhow.
- Player Default: I want to help you, Trudy. What can I do?
- Player Default: You're not dealing with Wolfgang, anymore. You're dealing with me. Now hand over that money before this gets ugly.
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| After
| - Player Default: Let's see what you've got.
- Player Default: All right, Trudy. I'll get rid of him.
- Wolfgang: He bought them fair and square, Trudy! Ain't our fault if he's strung out.
- Player Default: Look, you owe them money. If you just pay them, then this will be over. Everyone walks away without getting hurt.
- Wolfgang: Fine by me, Trudy. Your son's broke as shit, anyhow.
- Trudy: You hear that, Wolfgang? You'll get your damn money, but I better not catch you selling chems to my boy again.
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