"No amount of money was not paid." said Frank Pillbug, the owner of a massive plot of land in West Virginia.

"Yeah but I still don't want to crawl down there." said Arnold Growth, a top ranked archeologist.

"Listen. There are like soooooo many dinosaurs down there. It's just six miles down."

"That's what I don't like. I am terrified of spelunking! Doesn't matter how many artifacts are down there."

"What if I get my old friend who is a professional spelunker to be your guide down there?"

"How about noooooooooo!" said Arnold.

"Listen Arnold, you have a chance to not just be Arnold Growth lowly paleontologist but the Arnold Growth, the greatest paleontologist ever!"

"Listen. Being a great paleontologist means nothing if I die six miles underground. I don't even know what these bones are like that were discovered down their."

Frank Pillbug sat in Arnold's office silent for a minute before saying, "What if I gave you a ridiculous amount of money?"

"Ma-ma-ma-ma-money?" Said Arnold Growth as his hands began to shake.

"Yes from looking at your office it seems that is something that you desperately need." Frank said sitting on a formerly four-legged but now three-legged wooden stool. The leg having been broken off to form a shank at one point. The name "Cody" carved into the seat of it, surrounded by red paint splatter. Arnold sat upon three cinder blocks stacked on top of each other. His desk was a piece of plywood hanging from the ceiling by three lengths of chain. In place of a filing system Arnold had several trash bags with dates on them, looking more like a serial killer's collection of kills than a paleontologist records. All of this fine interior design was in an alleyway behind a Golden Corral with a particularly bad health review.

Arnold looked around his 'office,' "Well I could use some money."

"Then it's a deal" said Frank Pillbug standing up, "The helicopter will be here tomorrow."