The chubby guy hummed a tune as he made his way back to the base. The guard at the gate saw him, chuckled, and said, "Button Bro, what makes you so happy? Did you find some money?"
"Even better than finding money, I sold my rare little flower demon," the chubby guy said with a chuckle.
"Someone actually wanted that broken pet? How much did you sell it for, don't tell me you had to pay them?" the soldier teased.
"Pay them? When has your Button Bro ever lost money in a deal? I sold that little flower demon for eighteen hundred and eighty-eight," the chubby guy boasted, grinning widely.
"Who would spend over a thousand on something like that?" the soldier was a bit surprised.
"Someone with a hole in their head, collecting little flower demons at the market in town. He actually bought ordinary flower demons for 20 bucks each. Isn't that plainly a big sucker?" Button Bro chuckled gleefully.
