"We all know it. But there's one guy in the world who don't. You know who? Tanker Bell himself."
Kort Gassel laughed.
"A robot, Mister Jingle? Surely you must be—"
Charlie Jingle shook his head.
"Can't do it, boys. I gotta consider the Tanker. You see, Mister Gassel, Tanker thinks he could take your boy. And not only does he wanna take him, but he won't take no for an answer!"
"Listen, Jingle, is this some kind of joke? What are you holding out for? A price? When I said I'd make it worth your—"
Charlie Jingle shook his head, stubbornly and firmly.
"No price, Gassel. Just an agreement-contract."
"Listen, you fool, don't you realize what's at stake here? We're big business! We can't afford to play around with lucky independents like you!"
"Can't take any chances, huh?"