Shemp didn't sit down, instead wandering down the table until he found a plate of clams, casually picking up a dull knife from the table and opening the little bugger up before nosily slurping up the contents. He nodded his head back and forth a few times, then picked up a napkin and spat out what he'd eaten into it. "Pthhh. Nope, that's not good. That's crap. Don't like clams." That was disappointing, he personally felt he should enjoy clams at least a little bit. Maybe some other mollusk would suit his fancy.

He let the shell clatter back onto the plate before plopping himself down into a seat at the end of the table, leaning back in his chair and grinning at the rich boys introduction. "Oh yeah, my name's Shemp Thistle and I am also a millionaire." he said offhandedly. "Don't want to draw attention to it or anything. Just giving fair warning that I'm ,y'know, kind of a big deal. Just saying, y'know. For the record."