[b]"...4...Billion..."[/b] Torie muttered to himself in disbelief. Behind his helmet, and behind his brain case, Torie's mind surged with infinite possiblities of how much shit he could get with his share. An hour of thinking condensed itself into five seconds before Torie got up and slammed his fist down on the table he was sitting at, his chair disintegrating as he lost focus. [b]"HELL YEAH I'M IN!"[/b] is all he said before raacing over to Mimi, eager to hear what was going on.

Practically blowing steam from his nose, Torie kept repeating: [b]"4 billion...4 Billion...a Billion fours..."[/b] Drool dripping from his chin onto his shirt. He kept his hands balled to keep from trying to grab the job, worried that he'd get drool all over it. it got to the point that he formed a barrier magic jaw-piece for his helmet, keeping the drool contained.