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“We ‘ave a male an’ a female down at the knackers yard already,” says Erik, “what’re they wurf to you?”
“We want two adolescent females. Alive.”
“Uh huh,” says OtherErik, cleverly hiding his bewilderment behind all his facial hair, “alive, eh?”
“That’ll cost you!” says Erik, “an’ it’ll take time.”
CandiCrush says, “Wolfland’s not short of money. What’s a fair price for a fair trade? And how much time are we talking about?”
Erik says, “One thousand YorkCrowns! But you ain’t got Crowns ‘ave you? In your sovereigns? We’d need a couple of ‘undred of ‘em. But they’re no good to us. We can use maybe five, or even ten, but nobody round ‘ere wants two ‘undred Wolfie Sovereigns.”
“We’d need somefing uvver dan sovereigns,” says OtherErik, “an’ it might take us a few days to sort out traps. We trap live deer you know, we kill wolves. We gotta fix up somefing dat can ‘old a live wolf … a nangry, live wolf!”
“Seven days,” says Erik, “you can have two adolescent wolves in seven days. Females if yer lucky. Normally we don’t care. For us a dead wolf is a dead wolf. We’ll get yuh live ones though.”
OtherErik cuts in, “you want two live females? You gotta male? A live male you mean? Yer gonna breed wolves?”
“Yer mad!” says Erik, “And yer gonna put us out of business! We don’t make much from the farmers who ‘ire us, we make us money from sellin’ dead wolves.”
“You’ll flood the market with your farmed wolf stuff, and then we’re done for.”
“That’s gotta be wurf four ‘undred sovereigns. But not Wolfland Sovereigns. What else yuh got?”
“We’ve got MaxChaos …”
“We don’t need any chaos fank you. We’ve gotta nuff our own!”
“This is Max, and this is Dave,” says KristalClear, “they can work on a trade for trade agreement.”
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