You stroll over to the bat alien, who now turns her full attention to you. “Hello,” you introduce yourself.
“Hello,” the bat alien responds kindly. “I have never seen anyone like you, and I am curious. What is your species?”
“I am a human,” you inform her. “I was trying to look around for a Giglin. Have you happened to see one?”
“No, I have not seen one around,” the bat admits. “However, I have only been here for a little while, so I have not had a chance to get a feel for who all is here.”
“Would you be willing to fly around and see if you can find a Giglin?” you question. “I really need to meet with one.”
“Of course,” she answers with a sly smile, “for the right price.”
“How much do you want?” you wonder.
“I’d settle for two thousand tigbawns,” the bat alien proposes. “How does that sound?”
You pause for a moment as Erin converts the currency into dollars and cents. “Human, that is $3 million,” Erin informs you. “You have no chance at paying that.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford that,” you proclaim to the bat alien.
“That’s fine; there are other ways of paying,” the bat alien assures you with the same sly smile. “I’m sure we can find a mutually beneficial agreement.”
“Well, what do you want instead of money?” you inquire.
“I’d like to tickle you,” the bat alien announces, drawing a quizzical look from you. “Give me a half hour to find a Giglin, and I’ll find one. However long it takes me to find the Giglin will be subtracted from the half hour, and I’d like to tickle you for the remaining time. If I can’t find a Giglin in that time, I’ll keep looking, and you will tickle me for the time over the half hour. Is that agreeable to you?”
You consider the offer, aware that you are extremely ticklish. If this bat alien is lying and she already knows where a Giglin is, you could be looking at a whole half hour of tickle torture. That might be too much for you to handle. On the other hand, you really need to find a Giglin so that you can make first contact. Eventually, you decide to…