This Monday afternoon, I find a thick envelope full of bills in my mailbox from one of my money slaves. In return, Henry from Aachen wants to see what I intend to do with them. Normally, I don't grant money slaves' wishes, but here, dear Henry, I've made an exception for you. Rather than spending the money, I'd rather play with the bills. Provided they're fresh from the press. No money slave should send me anything else anyway, if it has to be cash.
