Part 14 - Cliff's Scheme
So I got to thinkin' as I savored my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I've contributed a lot to this buzzberry enterprise, and I should be gettin' more compensation than I'm gettin'. This occurred to me when I was over at Trever's house the other day. See, Trever's only job is to distract the new sheriff lady in town from our little project. In other words, while I'm breakin' my back drilling the tunnel system, he's romancing a chick. They've been dating, and he's sendin' her gushy letters that women always eat up. Meanwhile, I'm crawlin' round in the rocks and dirt, putting my life on the line if one of those tunnels caves in on me. His share of the profits should be significantly lower than mine. I was over at his house the other day, and just thought I'd mention my contribution so he might appreciate the fact that I'm justified in getting a larger cut once I convince the boss lady of the fact. "Hey there...