He stabbed a finger at me. "What's your last name?"

"Katz," I replied, totally confused.

He burst out laughing.

"Old man, you're pissing me off."

A few more guffaws and he got himself under control. He tore a corner off a detailed sketch of an alien, grabbing a stubby pencil and scrawling something across the drawing. "The goblin should be here for another half hour."

I took the paper. "What about the cost?"

"This one's on the house." ...