While walking the boardwalk of the Jersey Shore. You spot an odd-looking store almost looking like something you'd see from a Victorian freakshow, there's a big sign out front reading "Cathy's mystic and mystical fortune readings!". The door quickly opens as someone walks out begrudgingly, then you see Cathy herself screaming the guy off. "And next time you can't afford the damn reading don't ask you moron!" clears throat "Oh Hi new customer care for a reading?... You got cash right?"