
The paper I left under the bridge soaked up the rain. The ink runs. The price doesn't.
Sister, what's that paper worth.
I hear the reckoning outside the castle moves faster than inside it.
Every neck has a price.

The paper I left under the bridge soaked up the rain. The ink runs. The price doesn't.
Seems he thought a smile would get him a discount. I only laughed because his face was funny.