Seth is a gold-hoarding dragon jerk.

Ali: 🙁 I didn’t get to write today… Stupid stupid.

Seth: No story, no gumbo.

Ali: I’M SORRY! WIN THE LOTTO AND PAY ME TO WRITE IT!

Seth: No, I pay in gumbo.
If I win the lotto we are forming an arts colony that happens to own a bar.

Ali: … I need money to be happy.

Seth: My gumbo will keep you nourished and motivated, then the money comes when it starts selling.

Ali: I get worried when I don’t have any money.

Seth: Me too.

Ali: So instead of giving me a steady allowance, you will cash all of your winnings into gold coins less what it will take for an operation that will allow you to breathe fire. You’re going to dragon horde your riches while I sit in abject poverty with random cardboard pieces with little bits of my story written on them in blood and feces.
… You, sir, are a monster.

Seth: No no no no!
Arts Colony that owns Bar! That’s not dragon-hoarding, it’s material, financial, moral, and alcohol support!

Ali: YOU ARE LEAVING ME WITH POOP AND BLOOD! Poop is the DEVIL’S fingerpaint!

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