"Callaghan County, 6:00 P.M"
In the basement, Patrick, Paul, and Maccer count the money from their recent bank heist while Rosenberg stands back with a great, big grin on his face.
Rosenberg: "Things are finally looking to go my way for once!"
Patrick counts the last stack of cash, wraps a rubber band around it, and sets it on the table.
Patrick: Cash is all counted, boss!
Rosenberg walks over to the table, rubbing his hands together.
Rosenberg: How much?
Patrick: $160,000!
Rosenberg: SWEET!
Paul: So how are going to go about splitting this?
Rosenberg: Easy! Everyone takes their fair share of thirty two grand and go on about their day!
Paul: Sounds fair!
Rosenberg: By the way, where's Carl?
Paul: In the med bay, getting some well deserved rest! Kid's been through a lot today!
A few minutes later, everyone takes their fair share of cash and walks out of the basement while Rosenberg sits at the table.
Rosenberg: *Chuckles*
Rosenberg pulls his stack of cash to himself.
Rosenberg: Oh, Ken Rosenberg! You are an absolute genius for this score!
Suddenly, Rosenberg's phone begins to ring as he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out before taking a look at the screen.
"Incoming Call from Unknown!"
Rosenberg answers the phone.
Rosenberg: H... hello?
"Rosenberg! It's been awhile! It's good speaking to you again!"
Rosenberg's eyes widen in shock as he stands to his feet.
Rosenberg: C...c...c... Colonel W...w... Whitehead?
Colonel Whitehead: "In the flesh, son! Been well lately?"
Rosenberg: Uh...y... yeah!
Colonel Whitehead: "Good! Good!"
Rosenberg: What do you want?
Colonel Whitehead: "Oh nothing! Just wanted to check in on my old friend, see what's happening down on your end of the globe!"
Rosenberg: Uh...ok!
Colonel Whitehead: "But the real reason why I'm calling you on this fine day is because of a little bet we made on a baseball game two months back."
Rosenberg: A bet?
Colonel Whitehead: "June 14, 2016, you and I met up at your estate, got drunk, blew a few lines of coke up our nostrils, and made a bet worth a whole lot of money on a game between the Westopolis Ravens and the St. De Santa Vipers that night!"
Rosenberg: How much money?
Colonel Whitehead: "One million."
Rosenberg gulps nervously and sweats profusely.
Rosenberg: O...one m...m... million?
Colonel Whitehead: "Yes indeed, my good sir! One million with a capital M!"
Rosenberg: *Nervous Chuckle* Well...uh...you see...uh...I...was drunk...and high that night!
Colonel Whitehead: "Well, sober or not, we had a deal, and I expect you to pay your fair share like I did with our last bet!"
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