Now inside the cash room of the world famous bank inside The City of London, Pre-Approved asked Feckless the question he had always been too afraid to ask.
"Hey, Feckless, how did you get your name? As we sit here and pack this laundry bag with trillions and trillions more in stolen cash, deeds, bonds, derivatives and securities, I can't help wondering how you got your name?
"If you were actually feckless, it would imply you have no real effect on anything or anyone in your life," said Pre-Approved, stuffing cash firmly into the tattered bag.
"Yes, Pre-Approved. That's a clever question. Answer is this: I'm not a cat. This is a cat costume. So the name makes sense, but only if you know my true identity," said Feckless, sliding a new money bag toward Pre-Approved.
"What costume? Who am I with today?" said Pre-Approved, pausing from his theft to await Feckless' answer.
Feckless ripped fur right then and there. Now standing before Pre-Approved was the real Feckless, Pre-Approved's real partner for worldwide financial theft.
Pre-Approved stood in amazement, meowless.
"You're a dollar bill. Nothing but an old, U.S. dollar."
"That's right, Pre-Approved. American currency; a shoddy little slab of 21st Century debt. Does the name Feckless make sense to you now as we stand here in the great City of London amid the wreckage, riots and worldwide misery?"
"Yep," said Pre-Approved, going back to packing his pile of stolen currency. "Feckless is feckless and Feckless is he! Feckless for all! Long Live Feckless!"
-- April 2, 2009 lurene gisee 360-752-6581 --
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