Ben Hansen
Ben looked at his phone, wondering why Hugh didn't answer or at least call back. He sighed, and wondered what to do. One idea was to get some money, so he went to the Detective Agency. Looking under the couch, he discovered the money he had been saving for years had mysteriously vanished. He cursed and went to the bank.
"What can I do for you?" Asked the crazy lady who stood outside the bank and pretended to be a teller when it was closed.
"I'd like to withdraw some money," Ben asked hopefully.
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"You don't have any."
"How do you know that?! You don't actually HAVE access to my files, do you?"
"No, I can tell just by looking at you, you hideously malnourished bum."
"Hey, I just have a fast metabolism."
"Nevertheless, you have no money, you bum." The crazy lady walked off, leaving Ben free to consider the fact he'd just been called a bum by somebody who ate out of bins. This depressed him until he remembered she was crazy and that his clothes were drenched with his own blood. Feeling a little better, he went to the ATM which informed him that he had $0.15 left in his account. This surprised Ben, who felt sure his need for money would mean the writer would put SOME money in his account. Then a car pulled up, and two one hundred dollar notes wrapped around a brick flew out of a window and hit him in the head.
When he came to, he discovered that some kind soul had run off with the two hundred dollars and left him bleeding from the reopened gash on his head. Sighing, he pulled himself up and returned to the hospital.
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