"Didn't you read the card, you HANDSOME LITTLE FREAK OF NATURE? You're the grand-prize winner of A HEAPING HELPING of kromer! The kinds of money that someone would KILL for! Or WORSE!"

Ever-cheerful, even despite those long beats of silence, he goes on, until he pauses. One moment, then two, then three pass, before he speaks again, jarringly quiet compared to his prior wildly oscillating volumes.

"Unless... you're willing to trade those winnings, stranger."