Clicks. My money is on clicks.
But probably money.
A long time ago I was a teacher at a ‘youth center’—read juvenile prison. One of the lads, along with his twin, murdered his stepfather and left his stepmother for dead. Because of his age he was sentenced as a juvenile, not for murder, but ‘delinquency’. Thus he and his twin each got a third of his stepfather’s life insurance policy deposited into his youth center canteen account. I’ve been told that such a thing is impossible, but I saw the check.