Joey leaned in the doorway of Seto Kaiba's office, the look on his face a mix of curiosity and disgust. "You're shittin' me."
Kaiba raised an eyebrow from behind his computer, not looking up. "No, I'm not."
"Really?" Joey snorted. "Tell me, who'd believe bullshit like that?"
Kaiba sighed, standing up and heading for the elevator, grabbing Joey's wrist on the way and dragging him behind his flared coat-tails. As they stepped in, Kaiba pushed a button for floor 57 and they zoomed off, arriving at the floor almost before Joey could blink. The door opened, and in less than a second, Joey's jaw dropped. Kaiba stepped out onto the grassy plain, gesturing around to the almost perfect replica of any farm out of a picture book.
The blond surveyed the cows scattered across the indoor pasture, shaking his head in disbelief. "So you weren't kidding," he said dazedly as the nearest bovine let out a low moo. "You really do have your own dairy farm, whodathu-HEY?" Joey banged on the door, shouting threats. But Kaiba couldn't hear, as he was already back at his desk, a slight smirk playing on his face. Joey: Zero, Kaiba...he wasn't quite sure what his score was...but it had to be approaching the number of milk cartons Kaiba Corp distributed per day.