I looked down at his offered hand, then back up. “You know, it was kind of merry—right up until this very moment. Then it suddenly got all… corrupt.” Forester withdrew his hand, but his grin didn’t falter. He was a dedicated slimeball. It was his preferred setting. “Oh, I suppose I deserve that. We really haven’t been on the best of terms lately, have we?” “Allow me to compile, if you will. You’ve tried to have me killed, you’ve threatened my family, you’ve put a huge price on my head and those of my crew, you’re ruthlessly exploiting Earth, treating its people like livestock and planning
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