“Yeah, kinda, I mean that’s the gist of what you’ve got going on here, and no, come on! More like two hundred dollars!” Michael pulls his fingers out of his hair in order to gesture exasperatedly with both hands. Twenty? Jesus. No wonder Wolfgang is living on animal crackers and tea or whatever the fuck they have back there. It’s sweet that they want to help people so much, but there’s such a thing as being too nice.