huffs, and walks down the street. SOMEONE had to supply something around here.

decides that all the strings that're being sold are too expens- *not fit* - for his clocks. "Damn it, those shitty cutthroats."

awfully cutthroat. Cheap parts he has not.

he's a shitty dealer. >:I

Vash just has low standards.

he values his money, and makes the best guns and clocks in town without needing overpriced crap. Therefore, he's just a good mechanic.

congratulates him on his success and informs him of the prices again.

he should lower the prices. >:I

respectfully disagrees.

respectfully pulls out a gun.

respectfully must tell him just how heavily guarded everything he sells is, and that any attempts to threaten him *anywhere* will end badly.