"Welcome back, friend. What can I do for you?" Although you cannot see his face, you can…

"It gets me almost nothing."

"That's the idea, my friend! You've got to work for the rest."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"You're welcome. You know..." His eyes narrow, the light seems to bend more aggressively.

Come on, man. He's got to have more than that. See if you can score a little more of that lucre.

"But Kim! I also can't afford to look any better than I do now. That's why I need the money!"

"It's perfectly alright. Based on your appearance I can tell I'm dealing with a smart man..."

"Could you please stop asking people for money? It does not reflect well on the RCM and to be perfectly frank we can't afford to look worse than we already do."

"I don't see how it's appropriate for a representative of the law to ask a wealthy person for money. This shines a... bad light on the RCM, if you catch my meaning."

"Come now, there is not even a scent of corruption here. I am merely being polite... so let me check my pockets."

"Sure! Let me check my pockets."

Present an investment plan that is sure to fail.

What's worse than throwing money at something that's already failed?

Congratulations, you've somehow managed to fail at failing, which means, in a strange way, that you've succeeded?

The man stands at the far end of the shipping container. It's hard to say anything more about him. You cannot make out any of his details, but you do feel the overwhelming presence of... capital.

The feeling causes all the hairs on your body to stand at attention like soldiers preparing for review.

Squint.

Something's amiss. The light beams bend around his face and scatter in a thousand directions. It seems the laws of physics do not apply here. They are suspended, distorted, an echo.

Trying to visualize the physics at play is liable to give you an aneurysm. Don't think about it too hard!

In the general stillness, only your tongue moves, flickering as you utter...

"Wow."

"Welcome! Come in, make yourself at home. Sorry I'm not better able to receive you -- I wasn't expecting visitors today."

You can't hear him, exactly, yet you're able to understand every word he says. It is very strange. An overwhelming hum covers everything -- voice doesn't escape from him.

"Now." He claps his hands together. "What can I do for you, good sir?" What you can see of his body appears composed. In a sharp summer suit. And yacht shoes.

"What's going on in here?"

"Welcome, welcome! Not too much, actually, just pleasantly surprised to have company today."

"Hello!"

Cover your eyes...