Jim wasn't prepared for the career change of the century, but when you wake up behind the counter of a pawn shop serving customers with distended jaws and time warping space craft the level of prepared you were doesn't really matter. What does matter is if you can manage to remain uneaten and make enough credits to get some eating done yourself. 'Cause when you find yourself floating on a space rock halfway across the universe it's pawn or drop-and if theres one thing Jim knows, It's how to stumble through a work day. Once a week.  (Ownership manual not included)