"Oi! That hurt my head, it did!"

You hear a loud a BANG as you look over to see a strange, pink, humanoid-lobster looking creature being tossed to the street from a dumpster by a garbage truck. Unsure if he's dangerous or not you approach with caution as the monster complains loudly while leaning against a lamp post.

"Hello Friend! It's me! Your old pal Zoidberg! You wouldn't happen to be able to spare a dime for an old washed up doctor, would you?"

Friend? Old pal? Zoidberg??? Unsure who, or what for that matter this strange decapod was doing in the streets of Vegas, you feel slightly bad for him. Clearly homeless, he smelled as though he hadn't bathed in... well, ever. Remembering long ago when an old stranger was kind to you, you feel Karma's hand on your shoulder. "Here, have some pocket change, Friend." You say, handing over the large sack as if it were nothing.

"EIGHT MILLION DOLLARS!? You must be god! Okay, Okay, I'll shut up already!"

"WOOB WOOB WOOB WOOB WOOB WOOB WOOB WOOB!" He exclaimed as he quickly scuttled away.

Being as Zoidberg loved to gamble, he of course immediately hit up the Dice tables. The hours following were a blur of sardines, ups, downs, and lots of WOOB WOOB WOOB's. At one point, Zoidberg found himself up to almost 100 million dollars. At that time he decided to buy the whole Casino a round of sardini's, though of course nobody found them as good as he did.

One of the women flashed him a particularly disgusted glare, Kathryn. Zoidberg would have to see what he could do about perhaps finding a new home in her fancy HQ in Vegas. As the evening progressed, Zoidberg went up as far as 200 million...before losing it all. Now flat broke again, smelly, and quite different from the other people around, he wondered how he'd fare.