Bert: Sorry about the delay, sir -- rest assured it won't happen again.
Rabid: Eh? What? A package?

Rabid: Pff, a box, whatever. I gotta find Rabid's monies-stash, somehow.
<<TOSS, clonk>>
Rabid: I'll try the DIRECT approach.

Rabish: Hey, boyo! You look glum.
Rabid: Yeahhh I can't remember where I get all my money.

Rabid: What?

Rabish: I guess maybe that head injury made you forget.
Rabid: I, uh, yeah! Totally forgot!! It's the weirdest thing!!

Rabish: Right. Well, you get all your money from ME. You work for me and I pay you really well.
Rabid: Oh of COURSE. That's AWESOME!!