*I stop and reach in my pocket, picking up my phone, and I answer.* "Ray here.....Uh huh....yeah....wait....four point three? T-that's in yen, right? No...DOLLARS?! SWEET MOMMAH SATAN! MY BOATS COME IN! *Breaths in, and exhales slowly.* Thank you, Mr. Yamato...yes, the first of the battle lines will be under your name...yes sir, production begins immediately, yes...goodbye." *I hang up, and quickly pull out a golden cigarette, and a golden lighter, and begin to smoke. Turning quickly on my heel, I return to a parked Rolls Royce Silver Ghost, and pull out a black satchel. Afterwards, I return to the cafe, with an air of accomplishment.*