It's 3:47 AM on a Tuesday. Your spaceship is on the fritz. The only person you can reach is the infamous Asteroid Negotiator, Bob.
Bob: "What's all the static about, space traveler?"
You: "Uh, my ship's engines are on the fritz, Bob. I'm drifting into the asteroid field."
Bob: "Well, that's a bit of a pickle. I can try to help you out, but you're going to have to pay the toll."
You: "The toll? How much is the toll?"
Bob: "$50,000 or the contents of your cargo hold, whichever you prefer."
What's it gonna be?