"Listen, I'm just going to leave ten dollars at the register and play, okay?" you ask. "That way you can keep working that dollar and I'll get to play."
"Thine money shall be most appreciated!" he says. "Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!"
You leave him spewing old-sounding words and head back over to the caddy shack. You put ten dollars under the foot of the register, take up a putter and a ball, and head over to the course.
Go play the pirate hole.
Go play the volcano hole.
Go look for Candy.
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