His eyes opened as plates. "THAT'S HOW A DOLLAR LOOKS HERE? Ay la madre que..." He scratched his hair in confusion.
"And the caps... aren't those standard issue bottle caps of carboanted beverages? What is this economy...?
Right, Wasteland. Disculpas."
"And the caps... aren't those standard issue bottle caps of carboanted beverages? What is this economy...?
Right, Wasteland. Disculpas."
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"Yeah, bottlecaps from soda cans. I was pretty startled when I found out, to be honest. And yeah, those are the dollars. I also take three different kinds of gold coins, which I think is a little nuts."
He stopped himself.
"My truest apologies, I seem to be losing my temper." He cleared his throat.
"I'd like to buy a few delights for my children."
With a bit of luck, he could send it to his children before it went bad. Delivering was always tough.