human
If you ever get sick of the _Perseus_, Lennie--sick of good food and hot water and decent quarters--you can always come to the _Valkyrie_. I'll take care of you.
gpt
You want to leave the _Perseus_ for a berth on my ship! You're madder than Balas!
human
Not a berth, Pop, Mattern told him.
gpt
A share of her--a half share.
human
Now you must think _I'm_ crazy, to hand over half my ship just like that. Maybe you'd like me to sign her over to you entirely.
gpt
Look, Len said,
human
Modest, aren't you? the old man jeered.
gpt
What kind of know-how do you get working as a deckhand on a starboat? All right, maybe you're the universe's best metal polisher, but--
human
Look, Pop, Len interrupted,
gpt
I'll make a deal with you. We work together for a year. If you don't pull in at least three times the amount you got before, as just your share, my half of the ship reverts to you. What could be fairer than that?
human
I should have my head examined.