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«Excuse me,» a handsome mutant xweetok says politely as you stroll past the National Neopian on your way to get some ice cream. «Do you read the Neopian Times?» he asks earnestly, and you nod. «Then I assume you know about the National Neopian's impending foreclosure? Listen, I know it seems like all hope is lost, but...well, I want to be a good Samaritan.» Rather than admit that you're woefully ignorant and didn't know about the foreclosure, you fake a knowing nod. «Anyway, my cousin works there, as a teller. I won't be able to get you all of your money out, but I can get you at least seventy-five percent. And that's better than nothing, right?» You find yourself nodding, not really sure what you're agreeing to, but sure that this young man wants nothing more than to help you with your money matters which, until now, you were unaware existed. «Okay, my cousin says she needs your PIN number to get your money out. Oh, and don't say anything about this to anyone! It's actually...kind of illegal, but I don't want you to lose all your savings.» When he shakes your hand warmly and disappears into the bank with your PIN number, you have a vague feeling of warmth within you—this kind young man is risking trouble with the law just to help people! What a good person. |
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