[ShadowRaven is, however, somewhat surprised to find a blue fuzzy insurance salesman underneath the table with him. He holds out his card which, other than being filled out with crayon and has drool marks on it, seems legit; his size Extra-small suit coat and off-the-rack hat doesn't inspire confidence.]
"Good day, sir. My name is Hector Smoot and I represent ACME Life Insurance. How do you feel about Life Insurance? Because even if you have some, you can never have enough. Like, for example, what if you got hit over the head with a mallet? Would you be covered?"
[Th blue fuzzy insurance salesman pulls an impossibly-large mallet out of his pouch and whacks ShadowRaven twice.]
*WHACK!*
*WHACK!*
"See there? You could have been under the umbrella of ACME insurance if you'd signed with us earlier. Pity. The sad fact is, the Salohma Club & Mechwarrior Bar isn't safe these days. Why you never know what could happen. Now if you sign today, I'll give you the introductory price of $300,000 C-bills. Add in Rider insurance, Research and Development, belt fees, sandwich fees, fees for fees, and my tip. Did I say tip? I meant tax. That'll be $455,000 C-bills sir. Will that be cash or charge? I'd hurry too, you never know when you could be flattened by a steamroller, hooked by a rope, and dragged by a New York city cab out the door here in the Salohma Club & Mechwarrior Bar."
