Hmmm. My godfather gave me a $100 savings bond in 1987. I think it's time I cashed that baby in!
"We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you've come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your table for even a board game. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And you feared to be in my debt."
"I didn't want to get into trouble."
"I understand. You found paradise with this new game engine. You had a good campaign, with good players. So you didn't need a friend like me. Now you come and say "Don Corleone, give me a core rule book." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me "Godfather." You come into my house on the day my daughter is to be a GM and you ask me for a core rule book - for money.
"How much shall I pay you?"
"Jbmacek, Jbmacek, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, this game store that denies you the Force would be suffering this very day. And if by some chance an good Game Master like yourself had bad players, they would become my bad players. And then, they would fear you."
"Be my friend. . . Godfather."
"Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to run a game for me. But until that day, consider this rule expansion a gift on the eve of my daughter's first game."
Edited by Desslok
