OOG: Ooops! It was my turn--Sorry about the long delay...> >> Since Sasha is pointedly ignoring him, he catches up to her and > >> leaves the store with her, still babbling about the technical > >> wonders of the glorious D-7655... > > > Paris looked up from her PDA which overflowed with requests and > > needs. "How much?" she asked. "I can do quite a bit-- > but...aren't > > those in the Hundred-K price range?" > > Issac gives her a look of 'aaannndd???' "Well, 200, but it's got > resolution down to the 9.6 gigahertz range, and built-in > interfaces > for Ling surgical suites, and..." You definitely get the > impression > that Issac just loves him some expensive gadgets! Paris gave him an only moderately exasperated look, once that he gets the feeling that could turn absolutely evil if he were not particularly careful. "No." It was a single word used in the same totality one might find from expressions as "Black Hole" and tempered with the same general tone of voice used by one's mother when she called for you--and used your middle name. "We don't have that kind ofmoney," Paris explained, as though to a rather slow child that was fascinated by the goodies behind a candy store counter, "I would love to buy all sorts of things--but we have to stay to the basics and just a bit beyond, all right, Issac?" OOG: Almost used his whole name... She sighed and went back to her PDA and checked the list. "I think that's about it--now--to pay for shipping and handling--good grief, I'm going broke..."
