“Ah, you’d re-up just so you could cheat the troops some more,” said Brandy. “How much are you making from that purple junk you’re selling, anyway? Where’d you get the idea we’re going to fight robots?”
“It just so happens I got a deal on the robot camo,” said Harry indignantly. “I’m passin’ along the savin’s to the troops. They’d never get the stuff as cheap anywhere else.”
“Sure, and your mother’s a virgin,” said Brandy, punching him in the shoulder. “We’re about as likely to see combat against robots as we are to invade a candy factory. Nah-we’re more likely to invade a candy factory.”
“Hey, it could happen,” said Harry, looking sheepish. “The Legion way is, you gotta have the troops ready for anything.”
“Sure, but some things are a lot more likely than others,” said Brandy. “You’re trying to make the troops think you’ve got inside information, and you don’t know any more than they do. Well, since you knew this equipment was coming, you must have figured out we’re going someplace where the captain can’t just move us into a hotel. But it’s a long way from that to these renegade robots you’re kicking up such a scare about.”
“Safety first, that’s my motto,” said Harry. “Nobody’s gotta buy the stuff if they don’t want to. But believe you me, when we get to where the robots are shooting at us, you’ll be mighty sorry if you ain’t got something purple to put on.”
“Right,” said Brandy, scoffing. Then her expression turned serious, and she said, “And if we end up anywhere else, everybody wearing that stuff will stick out like a cactus in a snowbank. I don’t mind you grabbing an extra buck where you can, Harry. And the captain sure doesn’t mind it. But if any of my people get hurt because you sold them something that put them in danger they wouldn’t have been in without it, you’re gonna answer to me. You got that?”