"Why thank you servant, you are not as dimwitted as I pegged you out to be.
Let me reward you for your efforts.."
The old man takes out his wallet full of credit chips, and the servant's eyes water at the prospect of the reward the old man would give to him.
"Here, take this, buy yourself something nice, whatever you little peasants like."
It was a credit chip for 10 credits.
"Gee sir, I can't express my gratitude" - said the servant with formidable sarcasm.
"You're welcome, I can reward good deeds you see.. Now run along and bring me some biscuits."
He turned to the slightly amused Gerald and said: "But Gerald, why this was rather fun, seeing your little mansion get a bit...shorter..
I mean slap me twice, make me wear funny clothes and dip me in pasta sauce, but this was good to see."
Richard smirked, all giggly inside at Gerald's misfortune.
He just watched how Gerald was pretending not to care and keeping his head held up high. He awaited his pretencious response.
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<span style="color:#000000">All morons hate it when you call them a moron.