Our entire development budget is taken up with bug fixing and putting in all the features that our competitors have introduced. It was a hell of a lot...easier when we had the market to ourselves, I can tell you!"Phil gave Walt another grin. Walt grinned back."Hey Walt!" Phil called from across the pub, "I've got it!" Got what?" Walt didn't have to raise his voice. This time of day there weren't many people in their favorite watering hole. That was why they always took an early lunch."The name. Not quite like Daddy's BMW, but not like the rotten excuses we have for them today. He was able to go from planet to planet, all by himself, no NASA involved. If he had to take a couple of days off to fix the engine with whatever happened to be around, he did. He happened to be in the business of mining space garbage and selling it, but the big thing is he had adventures. He thought for himself, he was able to figure things out, and he knew right from wrong and wasn't too wimpy or too correct. As you sell tickets, you realize that the moron who built this booth set the counter height just high enough that when you lean forward to hand change and tickets to your customers, your nipples flick across the edge of the counter. Normally, you enjoy having rock hard nipples, butthis environment isn't exactly proper. There are crowds of people just outside your booth. They can't get a good look at your nipples straining at your blouse, but they can sure as hell see your blushing face.Once I. But he foundthat he didn't have any trouble seeing. Looking downwards at himself hestarted to laugh he did really now exactly how but he knew that hiscostume had changed into the one worn by the web slinger, because of thatwonderful booth."What the?" He could already start to tell that many other changes hadbeen made besides his attire. He felt stronger, more alive and if heconcentrated on things about him more in tune with everything nearby. Ona hunch he jumped upward and with acrobatic.