Thomas Kinkade Evening Glow

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you don’t think I’m going to go around paying people to have days off, do you? I’m not trade of money, you know. It’s not as if we make a profit, even. Hold a crossbow to my head, why don’t you.’
Gaspode looked at the bags in front of Soll, who was furiously adding up piles of coins. He raised a cynical eyebrow.
There was a pause. Oh, no, thought Gaspode. The young idiot’s forgetting his lines.
‘I don’t want paying, Mr Dibbler.’
Gaspode of Soll.
‘Untied Alchemists!’
‘They really look as if they’re making progress with soundies, Mr Dibbler,’ said Victor meekly.
‘But they’re amateurs! And crooks!’
Gaspode frowned. He hadn’t been able to coach Victor past this stage. relaxed. ‘You don’t want paying?’ ‘No, Mr Dibbler.’ ‘But you want a job when you get back, I suppose?’ said Dibbler sarcastically. Gaspode tensed. Victor had taken a lot of coaching. ‘Well, I hope so, Mr Dibbler. But I was thinking of going to see what Untied Alchemists had to offer.’ There was a sound exactly like the sound of a chairback striking the wall. Gaspode grinned evilly. Another bag of money was dropped in front