The bald Gaian leans down over the bar and passes the joint with a crooked eyebrow and neutral tone, "Thirty-four million? Ouch. That's a fair chunk of gristle they spit out from under you guys, huh?"
No worries about the drinks, our distilleries are under your feet and flow like water. You drink free today.
"Beyond that, I'm authorized to accept the debt of thirty-four million, payable at word and at your convenience, plus another million for the grief the muppets caused you and yours. That work to lighten the weight of the air sitting on your shoulders a bit?"