she's better off without that money anyway, it'd be the death of her. pretty much the last thing a compulsive gambler, let alone slot machine drone is equipped to deal in is money management.

and then there's the problem of her heritage and propensity toward shiny things that would drive an unstoppable urge to turn her new place into solid gold everything.

much like backdoorman's love life it would be over before it began, flash to news cameras, tears and clutched rosary beads with the sheriff tossing her ass out on the front lawn.


“¡Me llamo Monkey! ¡Vamos a la playa!”