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"We're in the business of happiness."
Totally high-strung and needs to relax. I keep telling him that, offering to help, but so far, no dice. By the looks of the guy, he's self-medicating with pie.
My favorite tin foil hat wearing nut job. Good for 7 ampules of Daytripper a week. Guess he's a one-a-day kind of guy. Whatever helps the man groove.
Still trying to get her some Buffout. Didn't expect the rationing to affect this, but it is what it is.
He wants something called Psycho. I'm not sure the stuff even exists. And if it does, do I really want this neanderthal using it? Guess it depends on how much he's willing to spend. I'll put some feelers out to my Army connection, see where that goes.
They still owe me for that last X-Cell delivery. Occurred to me - was it even for them? Because, so help me God, if I find out they're juicing up those dogs, we're going to have words about more than the money. But we're probably beyond words anyway. I know they have a floor safe in there - I've seen it. Master bedroom, under the dresser. Can't be that tough to crack mate.
Still good for a couple of hits of Daddy-O a week. Pretentious pseudo-intellectual asshole, but his money's good.
Wants Med-X. As much as I can get. Hasn't told me why, not really my business. Guessing there's some sort of long-term pain management going on. Disease?
Kids are usually a no-go, but this girl's got style, and she's not interested in getting tweaked. Ordered 20 blood packs. Some Halloween stunt or something. Or hell, maybe she's really a vampire. What do I care - she's got her daddy's money.
Young married couple, good for a couple Daytripper per week. Easy order, cool people, no brainer.
Cop. Longtime Buffout customer. Running into supply problems. We've had a good thing for years, I'd hate to end it now. And I don't exactly want to risk him getting all noble and law-abiding if he can't get what he wants. That would end VERY badly for me.
The old lady had upped her Daddy-O order. Weird, but profitable.
Potential new customer in Charlestown. Wants Med-X. Seems oddly desperate. Might be a cop trying too hard - need to move slowly.
Underwear model from Braintree. Beautiful, intelligent, totally weird. All she's ever wanted is Stimpaks. 10+ per week. My imagination continues to run wild.