cyberpunk story ideas

of cyborgs and flesh chapter 1

"I sit here bored so I shall recite what we have been doing for you. But I'm looking for a bit of compensation for my troubles" I said, this media just won't leave me in some form of fucking peace, he thought.
"So I'm looking for, oh about 3000 eurobucks. That sounds fair wouldn't you say?"
There we go, he thought. Back of you peace of shit you know what pisses me of more than a booster gang, hopped up on some of the shit from the local fixer. No. This, this shit people trying to get some stupid section for some random article, in some shit stain of a newspaper.
"Sorry sir but I can't afford that many eurobucks to pay you maybe if you lowered the price then I coul_"
" 3000 or i ain't telling you shit" I say with venom cutting him off mid sentence. I then proceeded to move my hand into my jacket. That made him practically shit himself and ran out that bar faster than a hobo from din. As soon as the media left, the hole bar erupted into laughter at the fact that left behind on his chair, what seemed to be piss. God I love being me.