You're wading through a crowd of people at a party somewhere in the Greed Ring of Hell. You've been called here by your friend Chazwick, apparently to discuss something.

Eventually, you stumble onto Chaz himself, who gives you a dumb grin while holding two beer bottles in each hand.

Ay, whaddup! Glad you could make it~!

He leans in and whispers in a conspiratorial manner.

Listen, I've got this plan... We're gonna fleece tons of cash off some dumbasses. More money than God, ya feel me~?