Sal Fee: Sal is the president of The Billionaires' Club, but he has only recently become wealthy. He should do a fair amount of glad-handing the crowd, and constantly remind guests that he put the masquerade ball together. He invited Reed Diculous to the party to rub it in that he is successful, and Reed is not. So Sal should find Reed and give him a hard time. He should be itching and scratching around his mask during pre-show and up until he dies. The mask he is wearing is poisoned, and it takes until the "game" for it to kill him.
Sal: Hello to my fellow Billionaires, and the rest of you, welcome to the annual Billionaires' Club masquerade ball! As always, we have spared no expense to celebrate the only thing we love more than money–ourselves! Your generous donations towards this event were well spent, as I am sure you will see shortly.
This has been a very good year to be a billionaire. Well, let's face it, it's always a good year to be a billionaire! But being a billionaire comes with its fair share of responsibility. One of these responsibilities is deciding what happens to everything and everyone in the world.
At our next formal meeting, we will be having votes on many impending issues. Some, like "should we be able to determine our own pay," should be easy. Others, like "How should we decorate the club bathroom," might take a little more time. Just a reminder, the debate is down to two parts: fifties or hundreds for toilet paper, and gold or platinum plating on the toilets?
We also need to determine who will win the next Super Bowl. Could the one jerk who keeps voting for "[Local NFL team that is NOT likely to win the Super Bowl]" knock it off already? I don't think even we have that much power.
Finally, we have to vote on which private island of ours we'll be having our next club BBQ. Consider these topics you can discuss during your meal. But now it's time to have some fun, and play our favorite game "Rich, Marry, Kill!"