Pay Up, Chumps! by Petra Michelle
At Crumb's intimate dinner with his closest Oligarchs, a butler serves each an appetizer of Seaweed caviar.
FACEBRAT: What, no Beluga Caviar?!
BUTLER: Sturgeon is endangered due to overfishing, Sir.
The Olis exchange glances of disgust! Crumb indicates to the butler.
CRUMB: Serve the next course, now!
Another butler returns to serve the second course of canned tuna.
TIC TAC TOE: Where's my Bluefin tuna?
BUTLER: The oil spill killed the fishery.
The Olis grow impatient which isn't overlooked by Crumb.
CRUMB: Serve the lobster risotto immediately!
When the third butler serves the risotto,
MELON HUSK: This isn't lobster. It's shrimp!
HOWDY DOODY BIN SALMAN: No matter. I heard the Gold Opulence Sundae is a testament to luxury and richness.
CRUMB: It is. Here comes dessert now.
As the butler sets down the dessert before each Oli, each looks dismayed. As they break open each fortune cookie,
INSERT: The Fortune Cookies "Fortune Slip Paper" read:
This default dinner costs each of you $1 billion dollars.
RETURN TO SCENE:
FACADE OF PEACE: A default dinner?
CRUMB: My social network's AI came up with this figure. Pay up, Chumps!
FACADE OF PEACE: Only when you reimburse us. Let's call it your tip to the Board, Crumb.
FADE TO BLACK
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