Epilogue

The next day Nick and Finnick walked around Tundratown flaunting their new Metallicat shirts because so many of the residents there liked metal.

"So," Finnick said, "think we can do this hustle thing again?"

"yeah," Nick replied, "I mean look what we can do. We can get rich, buy nice cars, a giant mansion in
Tundratown, open a theme park, open a ski resort, open a concert venue, open a restaurant, start a metal band, and go to any concert we want!"

"Well," Finnick said, "consider yourself in luck. I mean, holy shit look at this."

They saw a poster advertising a new music festival called SnöFest.

"Look at this sick fucking lineup," Finnick said, "all of these bands. Two weeks from now in Falun Park right in Tundratown."

"It's all the bands that Otterton guy mentioned," Finnick said, "and then some."

"tickets are 50 bucks each!" Finnick said.

"Oh," Nick said, "Well, let's go buy some jumbo-pops."

The End