…For a seashell

Azul: “Now, Prefect, this seashell you picked up… It’s no ordinary shell. I’d be happy to buy it from you. Let’s say… fifty madol.”

MC: “Oh? I just thought it looked pretty. I was going to use it as a soap dish.”

Azul: “A… soap dish?!”

MC: “Well, yeah. It’s the perfect size for soap.”

Azul: “…Ahem. Right. How about one hundred madol?”

MC: “That much? For soap storage? You must really like keeping your hands clean.”

Azul: “…Prefect, you don’t understand. That seashell could be worth-“

MC: “Two hundred madol? Sold!”

Azul: “Wait….what just happened…?!”

(Azul stares at his empty hands as MC happily skips away with the money.)