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Hello there, Mr. Szyslak! Now I know you told me never to show my sad face in here again, but I've got something you are going to love.
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Isn't this broken mirror calling your name? It comes pre-cracked, so you don't have to worry about bad luck.
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It would be nice to not have to see myself as I actually appear when I look in the mirror. Sold!
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Wow! Gilly boy, better stop while you're ahead. Unless, Mr. Simpson, you'd like this box of chocolates for your wife?
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I ate all the chocolates while you were talking. How much do I owe you?
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Oh, it's pretty expensive. Those were rare expired, I mean vintage chocolates.
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Here's everything in my wallet. Cash, coupons, full punch cards, pictures of loved ones.
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Oh boy! Gil's big day. Cash and a pretend family to show off to the boys at the Y. They are not going to believe it.
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Now if I could only sell this Irish Castle that's rumored to be good luck, I'll be having steak dinner tonight!
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Steak fries dinner, that is. Ol Gil's still in a lot of debt.
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If the offer is accepted
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Another Sale! Wait... did I just sell the one thing that was helping me sell things? Oh, Gil, another quarter you won't make the Port-au-Prince Business School's alumni newsletter.
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If the offer is declined
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You must be swimming in good fortune to be passing up this old, drafty, haunted castle! Luckily for Ol' Gil, the ghosts keep me company!
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