Rad is holding out his solid gold Rolex, trying to explain the plight of the poor rich to the oversized brute sitting opposite him in the red leather booth.

RAD
Look,Thor, I know you don't usually accept goods, but I don't get another payment from my trust fund until June.
THOR
It's a nice watch, Rad. And if it were up to me, I'd take it. My dad'd like it-- it's one of those diving watches, isn't it? Yeah, he's taken up scuba this year...
RAD
No kidding? You should tell him to head down to Belize. It's great for diving.
THOR
Money laundering, too. Which brings us back to the point-- you know I can't accept that. Money. I need money. And I need it now. Or else, I'm gonna have to hurt you.
RAD
Can't you at least wait until these next series are done? You could wind up owing me.
THOR
You picked the Lakers, the Nuggets, the Rockets... Rad, you're a classic case. You probably made a bad bet in the hospital nursery the day you were born and lost that silver spoon you were sucking on. Take my advice-- borrow the ten grand you owe me from your sister or aunt or someone and then find yourself a good 12 step program and kick this habit. It's breakin' my heart watching you.
RAD
There's no one left who'll lend me the money.
THOR
Oh, I hope you're wrong about that, kid. I like you. But I don't let things like affection stand between me and takin' care of business. Find the money and find it fast.
RAD
How fast?
THOR
I'll give you a week. But meanwhile, no more bets, no credit, no nothin'. Got it?
RAD
No, if I had it, I'd pay you off and put ten grand on the Sonics.
THOR
Thanks for the drink, kid
Thor heaves his massive bulk out of the booth and leaves the bar and a dejected young scion to clasp the Rolex back on his wrist and pay the tab.

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