"Well I think that will be quite enough for today, Satan." He finished his drink, setting the glass down on the table lightly and looking Satan in the eyes. There were several long moments of tension where Satan was sure he was going to be rejected... again. "I'll buy it. I want a fleet of ten ships, and I want five Bold Industries cargo freighters refitted to run on trash and attached for courier service. Pick your target and the home port, Carrie here will assist you in everything." He turned to walk out, then paused. "Oh, and find a crew." After that, he left Satan standing there, speechless. He looked from the door, to an angry looking Carrie, back to the door, and back to Carrie. He honestly wasn't sure what had just happened. Through all the confusion, there was just one issue burning on Satan's mind as he looked at Carrie.