Chuck merely smiles as he reaches into his pocket and drops five shining golden coins onto the table, each with a small visage of his face on one side and, for some reason, a close up of Jim Carry's ass on the other side. "Uh Chuck, no disrespect, but I can't exactly accept novelty coins in place of money here, even if they are solid gold and glowing with divine radiance." you say as you glance down for a moment to scoop up the strange currency, only to see that Chuck has vanished from sight. Only a second set of flaming footprints and a gloriously defiled public restroom are left to show that he was ever there to begin with. Well... what now?
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