Phoebe

"Phoebe! Hype!"

“Hey, Mr. Castelloro."

"I didn't want to call you last night and interrupt your celebrations, but congrats!"

"We didn't have much time for celebrating last night, boss, had to get Soot home and rested."

"That's a shame, you'd better take some time to celebrate today."

"I'll try, boss, money's a bit tight right now."

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"Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah, it gets more expensive the further the races get from home, I don't know how much longer we'll be able to keep this up."

"Oh, that's pretty unhype."

"Yeah, I dunno what we're gonna do. If we can hang on long enough to get some more sponsors, that might be easier with a race win under our belts, but basically if we can't sort something out by the next race it's over."

"Well how about I give you another loan?"

"But I thought you said-"

"That was before yesterday. I trusted you, and you rewarded me handsomely."

"What?"

"I told my bookies to offer generous odds on Andoal. Just a little bit better than everyone else. It brought in twenty-five percent more business than usual and you cleaned it all up for us. We made an absolute killing!"

"Oh."

"Let me give you another million to tide you over. Go and get those sponsorships, you can pay me back later."