Utterly Mad

Old Man Morrison looked up at Pratchett and Buckets. "I've got work alright. I need some boys to go out and check The Farm since they haven't said  anything over radio since the Vultures attacked. Since everyone else is busy dealing with things here I'll give you two the job, one-hundred-and-fifty bits each for the job." He says, pulling out a box of cigarettes and taking one for himself before offering one to each of you.