"What can't you buy with money?" The man spoke as he sat at the large black piano that stood in the corner of the dark shabby bar. It was an empty place, the only people in it were the rough hairy bar tender that wiped down dirty glasses with a cloth and a thin pimple covered waiter that sat at a table bored out of his mind.<br/><br/>"Love? Health? Immortality? Friends? I suppose all these questions are debatable." The man continued despite the fact that no one was listening. The man at the piano was a roughly shaved man wearing a jet black suit and a small black bowler hat. His eyes were dark and hollow but his face was wide with excitement as he grinned broadly. In between his pearly white teeth was a cigarette which hanged like a serpents tongue.<br/><br/>"But I have an answer." He said before stretching his fingers and pressing them against the ivory keys of the piano. "I have<strong>the</strong>answer." He spoke before playing a smooth song on the pianos white keys. "Who wants to hear it first?"