"Well, that can be remedied. Go right down there, hang a right, and you'll see some stocks. Tell the guy there you want to make some money."
"Thanks then," you reply, confused.
You pass all sort of drunken creatures here. Most of them are at least faintly familiar. Sure enough, you find a row of stocks without much issue. Several other people are in other stocks: a Mewtwo is being rib-tickled by a sneering fox, a pair or squirrels are waiting idly by, looking terrified, and an Agumon is having his feet tormented by a Gatomon's tongue.
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