You got the cash?

CHOCCY reaches into the dark blue drawstring bag and pulls out a stack of cash. 

It's all there. Count it if you want.

CHOCCY takes the drawstring bag and hangs it upside down, letting the stacks of cash tumble into the dusty table, illuminated by the overhead metal lamp. The stacks of cash keep falling on to the table forming a large pile. It covers the table. 

It keeps flowing.

$100,000,000,000,

000,000,000,000,

000,000,000,000,

...

000, 000; 000,

000 + 000,

000,000

000000000000000,

0,

0.0000000,

000, 000, .......

____

0 

You got what I want? 

Yeah. Swim over here and check it yourself.

CHOCCY swims over in the smelly cash and reaches for the man's arm. CHOCCY holds the man's arm for a good length of time. 

Why are you holding my arm? 

Let go of the briefcase. 

Fine. 

CHOCCY takes the briefcase and wades through the wads of cash to a safe area of cement. Choccy carefully places the briefcase on the floor and cracks it open. 

Inside are half pencils with no eraser.

You lied to me. I asked for #2 pencils with erasers. 

Dat's not what the boss sai---

I DIDN'T ASK FOR HALF PENCILS. I ASKED FOR #2 PENCILS WITH ERASERS. 

Look, I....

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A pile of blood covered the wads of cash. 

I said #2 pencils.