~This Time Next Week, They Won't Be Millionaires~
"Keep pulling, Shion!"
"It's heavy…"
"I don't care! Keep pulling!"
Shion was sweating in the glass fish bowl she had for a helmet. "I keep telling you, Jo'on, nobody's going to buy an asteroid…"
"It'll be a collector's item!" snapped Jo'on.
"Then why've I got the big one?"
"Because you're poor, Shion. That means you're used to hardship, right?" smirked Jo'on.
Shion sighed and adjusted her grip on the rope. The asteroid wobbled as she hauled it through the endless black.
"How far to Earth?" asked Shion.
"Just another two hundred thousand miles," said Jo'on. "Come on, let's sing something!"