from The Eye at the End of your PUNK ASS:

-¿Is there anyone here who can ordain me?- Gregor asked.

-Yes.- Kelsey responded. -Gimme a hundred and three dollars.-

-¡Stupendous!- Gregor said. -¡Give the young lady a hundred and three dollars!-

The moon got larger. The cigarettes separated, and Kelsey and Drew were no longer surrounded by smoke.

But no a hundred and three dollars.

Gregor didn’t have two palms to rub together, and the cigarettes didn’t even have two bills to post bail.

Bail had already been set at 400 dollars, and the cigarettes, with their magic melodies and their curious idioms, couldn’t entertain Kelsey, or make bail.

Kelsey didn’t know that ten times twelve equaled a dollar two ninety eight. She didn’t know, she didn’t care, and so she sat, looking quiet. She looked like a cigarette that had been fed to vultures and then painted red like a door in the headlights.

Kelsey looked at Zandra. She was carrying a cigarette in a large, plucky, black vest. And, while the young cigarettes were dancing around like crazed demons, everyone else was trying to figure out just how serious this all was.

Gregor had just returned from the batting cages, where he had struck out 12 times and danced to a song about looking for love on all the wrong golf courses 13 times. The song was called “I’ll Tee It Up Tomorrow Because I Get Better Looking Balls Every Day”.