Tricky tariff problems are a thing of the past!

I run a fast-courrier service importing delicacies from the Veskarium to Absalom Station. Nearly every time I docked, I'd have customs up me arse asking about quarantines and what taxes I'd paid at the other end, yadda yadda.

Well, after a whole shipment spoiled while I spent hours on paperwork, an important client got fed up. I couldn't go on like this; the station authorities were killing my business!

I heard about a ysoki that might be able to help. Turns out, I had applied for a Class Z12-F import license when I bought the transport, and what I actually needed as a Z12-F-A1. Mister Wattlewaggler made some calls, I signed a few documents, he bought me lunch, and it was SOLVED! I've made ten deliveries and customs clears me in minutes now. I can't thank you guys enough!

Pet Trust Funds Sorted Out

Theo brought a pan of brownies down to my apartment and spent the whole afternoon working on my last will and testament. I had some very specific needs — each of my cats needed a separate trust fund so my grandkids could each take custody of one — but we powered through it!

I'll definitely call again if I ever need a new will! Thank you so much!

False Accusation Gone, Reputation Restored

I got picked up two months ago because somebody thought they saw me stealing bottles of wine on a security tape. A friend told me about Mr. Wattlewaggler, so I gave him a call.

After he got a chance to see the tape, he had everyone convinced they had the wrong man. Got the jerk that arrested me to re-watch, and lo and behold, he agreed that it wasn't me! They cut me loose ten minutes later with an apology! I don't know how he did it, but my mum was sure pleased.

That wasn't enough for Mr. Wattlewaggler, though. Convinced me to press charges of my own. Absalom ended up giving me a few thousand credits for the experience, heh.