Samson swallowed and said into his plate, "I'll vote my hundred and twenty five thousand shares for Diantha," before stabbing some more vegetables.
Persephone snapped playfully at his horrifically insignificant contribution to the trillions of shares represented at the table, "How did you get a hundred and twenty five shares?"
Around the food in his mouth he mumbled, "I get paychecks too you know. And it's not like I have anything else to spend my money on lately. And it's one hundred and twenty five 'thousand' shares so far."
Persephone poked his shoulder with her little fingers and turned back to Diantha, "You have my shares behind you too."
Phyllip pushed himself back into his chair and declared, "Good! I don't have any more layabouts in my house. I've finally gainfully employed
