You bankrupt the diner; I purchase it back for pennies on the dollar. I convert it into a truck stop, independent of any small moon or debris field. I feed you the "special", which ensures you won't return anytime soon...
My truck stop!
"What do you get when you multiply 6 by 9?"
A friend and I figured this out....it's mathematics are counted in Base 13.
Thus leading to the subsequent statement by Arthur Dent, "I always thought there was something fundamentally wrong with the universe."
I tow a piece of the shattered Earth that contains the hill into Mars orbit, graft it to Phobos, and declare the hill property of me and my allies. We open a diner.
My snacks!