Klonoa is nothing if subtle. He hefts up the huge sack of gil, looking at it. He turns to look at the others, counting just how many people there...

There are a lot of people here, it seems.

And unless someone explicitly stops him, considering he doesn't strictly know exactly what the sack contains, it's upended and carefully poured out into a big pile of coins right there on the ground, making the satisfying sounds of coins clinking into each other and dropping into the shallow water.

"Whoof.. this is going to take a while to push into equal piles."