PH: Hey, what's the winner get?

GC: Winner?

PH: The last survivor?

GC: I suppose that it's possible one of you will survive. Hmm, How about a rolly tape lint picker-upper (hardly used).

JB: A what?

GC: A headless Gabby doll?

Everybody: {{Blank stare}}

GC: Err, how about the RuneSword of Atlantis? Minus most of the blade which I broke off when I tried to open a jar of peanut butter with it. (They just don't make swords like they used to.)

PH: Are you trying to foist off your old gifts on us?

GC: {{Somehow manages an innocent expression}} Who me?

GT: C'mon. We're all laying our lives on the line. How about something substantial like that Jimi Hendrix guitar in the New Cirra Museum.

JT: Or a '71 Buick Riviera!

JB: Or an E10k! [Wonder who'll get this reference.]

PH: Or a date with Brittany and Cynthia Daniels! [And really Paul, this is what you get for letting your mailbox overflow so that you couldn't answer that question I sent out. :-)]

Ca: Or the hudsonleick.com domain! [Hey, it's funny to Lori and I, right Lori? Err, Lori? :-)]

GC: HOLD IT! There's only going to be one prize.

Everybody: Pick mine!

GC: How about the winner is officially declared to be assistant bard, third class?

Everybody: {{Blank stare}}

GC: (Well, I need a new bard...)

JB: That's supposed to be a prize?

GT: Talk about a Pyrrhic victory.

JB: I think you mean it's more like a booby prize.

GT: Whatever.

PH, Ca: THIS IS GREAT! I'm going to be a BARD!!!

JB: You two do know that you can be bards now.

PH: But this would be an official title!

Ca: Ordained by the Goddess herself!

GT: {{To the Goddess}} I don't think this is such a good reward.

GC: Why don't we put it to a vote? All against?