Prologue

It was a dark, stormy night.  

The rain slapped against the dining room windows, driven by the howling wind, while the five of them sat there eating bread cubes and fondue by candlelight.

"So," she said.  "How much did you pay for your website?"

"Two-thousand dollars," one replied.

The thunder crashed, which muffled the sound of her falling off the chair.  

"You have GOT to be KIDDING!" she said from somewhere under the table.  "It's only... what?  Six pages?"

Thus, amidst capsized bread cubes and splattered fondue, on a hardwood floor, and at the tail end of a doozy of a storm, the idea was born....

"Surely we can give nice, hardworking people a better rate."

...And apparently have some fun in the process.