Center stage, a light begins to shimmer and slowly grows brigher. Stepping out of the light, in the sequinned gown chosen just for this occasion..........



Looking around, "Well, what did you expect? This is the best I could do for a cheesy gig like this."

Clearing her throat, she expansively waves her arm in her best Vanna White tradition and a new tote board appears out of the ether of space.

"According to my calculations, we have $1.63 plus Harald's 5 cents." Looking toward the audience, "Sorry, we don't give refunds. And with the 28 cents, one Irish brooch I scrounged from the cushions",



absentmindedly to herself, "A gaudy little thing, wonder if its worth anything?" and aloud, she continues, "That leaves us with a grand total of $1.99"

"Did someone mention real steel combat? I'm armed and ready if you are."



*sighing deeply, "I really need a new agent."