"You got it, big guy!" gasped Turtle. Discretion is the better part of valor, and Turtle obviously wasn't bankrupt yet. They touched credsticks and the deal was done. Goob stuck out a huge paw for Turtle to shake. Not wanting a broken hand, Turtle gave him the fist salute instead, putting so much strength into the blow that he actually jarred Goob’s arm back a little. Goob shook off the blow and leaned back in his titanium-reinforced swivel chair, then pointed at the door.