A niche to fill

Who: Cerebrum, Zack, Cubie, M'Ress
Where: Parrots Bar
> In a moment of inspiration, she realized that with Owen's books
> being as unorganized as they were, hiding the purchase of some
> overpriced hooch would hardly be a problem. And with the bizarre
> turn of financial events after their last romp with the STCP, at
> least in theory they could afford to cover any losses Owen might
> incur. "Done and done." She turned to Zack. "Start changing the
> price list, Honey. We've just become the Tiffanys of the Dwarf."
"Excellent," Cerebrum said, "send an order of how much you need to
the psychiatric offices. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back
to my office," then he walked out.
Later, back at the Psychiatric offices
"Well, Appendix, I got our first big order. It looks like we're well
on our way to becoming the main suppliers of alcohol on board this
ship."
[Isn't it slighty immoral to charge such high prices?]
"Of course not. Charge as much as the market will bear, that's an
economic rule. And besides, I'm treating my patients for alcohol
withdrawl. I saw a niche and filled it."
[What niche is that?]
"Moonshiner, rum runner and beer lord. I'll be in the back with the
still. You see to the patients and I'll see to our financial future."
Cerebrum
Psychiatrist and moonshiner