Scene: Quisyndia, Hraust, kromdale and Theodosious sit around a small table. Quisyndia is counting money pulled from a jelly jar.
Quisyndia: Fifteen, sixteen...
Kromdale: How much did we get? Huh? How much?
Hraust: Quiet. Let her count.
Kromdale: She counts like she runs...slow!
Theo: Wow...I thought he was going to say 'like a girl'.
Kromdale: That would've been lame.
Theo: Exactly, remember who the artist is?
Kromdale: Good point.
Qiusyndia: Twenty-two, Twenty-three...
Hraust: where is the artist anyway? Shouldn't he be here for the big reveal?
Theo: He said something about a surprise for us, and took off as fast as he could.
Kromdale: Is that good or bad?
Hraust: Well, at least he isn't around whining...
Quisyndia: Seventy-four, seventy-five...
Kromdale: Wow! She's still counting! We're going to be rich!
Theo: Why did we get paid this way?
Hraust: That's how the comic goes. People put money in a jar if they like it.
Kromdale: And there is more than one jar!
Quisyndia: One-twenty-four, One-twenty-five...
Kromdale: So whatever she gets too, we divide four ways?
Hraust: Five, all the extras get a share.
Kromdale: Bah. They got fed from the catering. That should have been enough.
Hraust: The catering? You mean the bag of old cheese crunches and that fried spam?
Kromdale: That was the catering? I thought it was that bag of crunchies I fund under the table.
Theo: In the white and green bag??? That's the cat food!
Kromdale: Really? Hmmm....it wasn't bad.
Quisyndia: Two-O-eight, Two-O- Nine...
Kromdale: Man! I can taste all the money! We really made a deal, taking a percentage of the take rather than a guaranteed contract.
Hraust: Maybe you should wait until she's done counting.
Theo: And to think, I almost took those lottery tickets as payment.
Kromdale: Yeah. You made the right choice kid. I heard he gave those to his mother, and she only got fifty bucks.
Quisyndia: Three-twenty nine, Three-thirty...
Kromdale: She's almost done! I better grab my axe so I can protect all my earnings!
Theo: From who? We're the only people here.
Hraust: Don't go there kid. Just don't go there.
Quisyndia: Okay, I'm all done.
Theo: Did you divide it by five?
Quisyndia: Yes.
Kromdale: So, how much?
Quisyndia: Well...remember, this is only the beginning.
Hraust: Just tell us. It has to be something. You counted past five hundred.
Quisyndia: One-hundred and twenty-two each.
Kromdale: One-hundred and twenty two!! All those coins!! Gimme! Gimme!
Kromdale loads a bag full of his take and cavorts around the room. The other three just stare. No one else touches their pile.
Quisyndia: Hraust, I think you need to tell him.
Hraust: Me? No way. He can learn on his own.
Theo: Well, I guess its something...
Quisyndia: Yeah. A pile of nickels...