The main doors to the casino are blocked off but Quackity goes to the side and mines a staircase in to a small hallway. "Here, have a diamond, I'll demonstrate. Wilbur, I've already demonstrated this for you, so I'm not giving you another diamond."

Is that really what diamonds look like?? Maybe it is, Q wouldn't actually know. "Cool! ...what am I being demonstrated." 

"Put it in the slot here, and then click the button, see what happens."

Ah. Slot machine. He's seen these before, although most of the gambling he's familiar with takes place on the sponsors' floor. Sure, okay, he'll do that.

Noises! Lights! There are five lights; the two on the outside are bordered in red, and the middle one in diamond. The music and lights stop on the first light. "Aw, you lost. Bad luck."

"Neat!" He does not really see the appeal of this but empirically people do make money off it, so. "So is the idea that the casino will subsidize the rest once it's running? I guess the other things could be subsidizing the casino but I don't see how you'd have the customer base--" 

Quackity seems… genuinely a little taken aback. “Approximately, yeah. The goal is for the casino to be the primary source of income. I’m not sure I follow you about the customer base..?”

"So-- when I'm working I usually talk to, I don't know, maybe a hundred people a day during the busy season, and I can convince some fraction of those people to part with their money but it's not all of them, it wouldn't even be enough to cover rent and upkeep on a building if I had my own building for it? Gambling, and especially slot machines although that's not really my field so much, mostly works on a whale model, so if you've got one really rich person with a gambling addiction I can kind of see that working even though I'm not sure how the actual numbers come out. But most of the other businesses you've got here don't, I'm thinking in particular about the-- uh, the restaurant, I have no idea what kinds of profits strip clubs usually see but I do know restaurants are pretty famously difficult to make break even and that's when you've got dozens of people coming in every day, I don't see how you can make it work if you've got a total population in the low double digits." 

"...Sam built it with the understanding that he'd get some of the profits, I'm not paying rent or upkeep. None of this is rented."

"Obviously none of it's rented, there's only thirty-something people around, there'd be more land than anyone could possibly have an use for and nobody's renting anything, that's not the point. I don't know what the most expensive part of running a restaurant is off the top of my head but-- wait, one guy did your construction?" 

"...Yes? I did a bit, Foolish did a bit, but the whole casino's Sam, most of everything was Sam."

"...I am no longer confused." Pause. "I am differently confused? I am not confused about your business model but I am confused about your physics. I see how you're not paying upkeep, I guess is the point."

It really isn't, the point was so that there'd be something they were talking about that wasn't sniping at each other and also wasn't awkward silence, but this is fairly close to having been the point. It counts. 

Wilbur turns all his attention onto the other-universe-Quackity. "Come on outside, let me show you something--"

"Are you just going to make a stone penis again, because I swear to God, Wilbur--"

"You don't know what I'm going to do! I'm complex, I have layers!"

Sure, that also works as a thing that is not horrible tense silence. "Absolutely. The thing outside could be any number of things. I believe in you." 

Outside, Wilbur waits to have all eyes on him before he pillars up and builds a--very large! taller than he is!--crude, upside-down T shape.

...Quackity, admittedly, does not know a whole lot about building things out of stone. He's not from Two, they mostly build with wood in the cities he's lived in, and also he doesn't know any sculptors or construction workers. 

But he is very sure it's not usually that easy. Or that... clean. 

Other-Quackity is watching, though, so instead of wide-eyed wonder at how quickly stone just appeared and was set in place from nowhere, he steps back and looks the pillar up and down. "Well, it's not very realistic, is it," in a mediocre rendition of a Capitol accent. "In this critic's humble opinion, the design calls into question whether the sculptor has ever even seen a penis." 

Quackity laughs. "True! True! He's got you there, Wilbur!"

Wilbur jumps down with an oof. For a moment, he looks like he might be in pain, but then he stands up straight and smiles wide.

"It got the point across, did it not?"

"It did! It did do that. I am used to building things being... more difficult than this."

Pause. Is he going to be concerned about the maybe-pain? He's not actually sure whether to be?

"Then again I'm also used to dying being permanent so I should probably have been asking how the fuck your physics works already. Ah well." 

“You can die as much as you want as long as it doesn’t matter, but you only get three canon deaths. Unless you’re hardcore, then the rules are different.”

(Other-Quackity has a pickaxe out and is removing the stone penis as quickly as it was built.)

"That's so fucking cool. What's hardcore." 

“Only one life, no matter what. Phil’s hardcore. So if he dies he’s dead for real.”

"So the thing I was doing the first nineteen years of my life. —This is so cool. I'm gonna learn hang gliding."

He's still watching the stone come down, as quickly as if it wasn't there in the first place, leaving no dust.