"Heya Blazey, how's it going?" Silver asked.
He was carrying a big brown box with a label on it that said, "For winners."
Blaze was washing her car. She had a hose in her hand, a cloth in the other, and by her foot stood a red pail.
She looked up, extremely annoyed.
But her annoyance changed to curiosity when she saw the box Silver was struggling with. "What's that?" she asked.
"Oh," Silver said. He put down the box and sat on it. He looked worn out. "That. Is...the box of nails on auction yesterday remember?" he asked.
"Tool nails?" Blaze asked.
"Toe nails," Silver corrected.
"Why the hell do you want toe nails for?" Blaze asked. She raised an eyebrow, but she suspected something suspicious.
"Because they're on auction," Silver replied.
Blaze shook her head. "Never mind, but how did you get the money? You said you only have five dollars." she said.
Silver cocked his head to a side in the most annoying fashion. "I took from your bank account," he said.
"WHAT?" Blaze asked. "You stole my money?"
Silver put up his hands defensively. "I didn't steal it. I borrowed it!" he cried out.
Blaze rolled her eyes. "You have to pay me back," she said.
"Of course I will! Here, you can these nails!" Silver said, handing the box to her.
Blaze gave herself a facepalm. Silver's so stupid at times.
"Fine, fine. But how much did you pay?" she asked.
"Seven million five thousand nine hundred and forty-seven pounds," Silver said, innocently.
"What?" Blaze asked.
"...and sixty pence."