Shadowskill
The Mourning Sage
Slimey: What makes a rocket fly?
DJ: Um, Kyra?
Slimey: No, money.
DJ: Hmm, let me see. *takes a wad of money and eats it. Farts and flies two feet in the air* No, not as much as beans do. *eats a can of beans and farts. Flies into oblivion*