As you push  open the door  to the realtor's office,  you smell a musty,  old
papery odor. The realtor, Mr. Ewe Byesel sits behind his desk  smoking a cigar.
Tons of old paper work is littered all over the room and pictures of properties
line the walls. None of which look terribly exciting, may I add.

  "Well, well, we have another chump ... uh, I mean valued customer here today!
What may I do for you?  I have many properties for sale.  Owning your own house
has a lot of advantages in this town, sir! Of course, you know by  now that you
can't buy furniture unless you have a house. My prices might be steep, but cons-
idering that  you need a house and I'm the only realtor around,  I think it's my
gain and your loss. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, (cough), (cough)."