Everyman Strikes A Gain

Everyman: Behold Ethobald, I have captured a dire moose !

Ethobald: Gadzooks, what a feast it shall make !

Everyman: Nay nay on the feasting, we shall make many guilders from this moose.

Ethobald: How so?

Everyman: We'll take it to the Faire, confine it to the stadium, and make wagers on how close does it take a shat to the King's booth. with the winnings, we can buy many feasts.