A/N: Wicked is, for lack of a better term, wicked. Seriously. If you ever have the opportunity to go see it, do so, no matter the price of the tickets. (I even wore a tie and everything.)
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"That last one really tapped out a lot of our budget. The execs weren't happy." Uno's assistant handed him the envelope.
"What? But it was their idea!"
She shrugged. "The gold, the dragon... they want this one done on a shoestring budget."
"Agh. I don't get their stupid demands. It all seems so random. For executives, they really don't seem to know a lot about running things around here."
"Well, you know what they say..."
"Huh? What do they say?"
She shrugged again. "I... don't know either."
Uno opened the envelope and took out the memo. "Shoestring budget... well, that shouldn't be too hard. Get this to the writers, and... see if you can't go track down a tumbleweed or two."