It’ extremely hard to get into the exclusive Uppers’ club. However, the fortunes of poultry merchant, Sir Barks, have rocketed, leaving him literally rolling in Clintz. Rumor has it that either a witch gave him a lucky Clintz in exchange for a duck confit or the Montana clan wiped out the competition for him. Whatever it was, when you can buy the silence and fame of the “richest man south of Clint City”, no one can really object!
As the crème-de-la-crème of the jet-set, the Uppers rule the night. They’ve got it all, and money, champagne and titles are certainly not in short supply. They generally dislike everyone but they particularly despise “the poor who just aren’t the teeniest bit funky”. The Uppers hope that the government will finally take steps to banish ugly people once and for all.