text: Frank: Cheers mate, got the stuff?
  Allan: Half of it.
  Frank: How come?! They promised. Bastards.
  Allan: No sweat! Will come later.
  Frank: When?
  Allan: Dunno. Later.
  Frank: WTF???
  Allan: I'm doing my best buddy. Believe me.
  Frank: You'd better fix it.
  Frank: ASAP
  Allan: Sure mate. Something else. Need more dough.
  Frank: Kidding ROTFL
  Allan: Serious.The price gone up.
  Frank: Have none left.
  Allan: Then you gonna get none more.
  Frank: I'll kill ya!
  Allan: Calm down mate. Only 30 more.
  Frank: 30!! Can get 20.
  Allan: Ya golden mate. No discussing prices with them.
  Frank: Get me whatever for 20.
  Allan: Fixin' it.
target: Frank wants his stuff, but Allan has got only half of it, because the price was raised. Frank has got only 20 to pay. He wants Allan to get as much as he can for it.