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Having gaimed enough to pay off his tab, Mercutio walks to the bar and places the diamond on its surface, alongside the gold coins the bar lent him for his game of Putt. "See? I promised. No need for my fingers to be risked." The diamond disappears, and Mercutio's tab suddenly becomes positive. Hugely so. He beams.