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- Well, sorry, bluebow, I'm tired of figuring out where you're drooling, where you're crying. What's up this time?
- This... it's despair, Chief! Deaf, black despair!
- You know, colleague, if you were Beethoven and even a Negro, I would understand this. Well...
- Chief, I need money today! Well, where, where to get them!?
- Relax x2, colleague, the program provides it! She will make it so that the bank will give you the money for this. And not some Western-pro-Western, but ours, native, Central...
- [put on a black mask, took a revolver in my hand and put two copies of the program on my torso, as armor] Thank you, Chief, you gave me back my taste for life! Can you tell me the address of the Central Bank?
- Wait, colleague, what are you going to do?
- (Like what?) x2 I want to use your program. And since it protects me from bullets, I can safely go to take money from the Central Bank!
- The program is not fomka or dynamite! It does not allow you to rob, but gives you the opportunity to do business!
- Yes, sorry, Chief, but I'm just suggesting you go to work!
- Please, here's the case, in accordance with the program: take a loan from the bank and produce slippers, rivet samovars, blow bottles for beer or milk!
- Chief, yes, if I take a loan from the bank, then with their interest they themselves will come to me in the same form in which I was now going to go to them!
- Stop! Let's first agree that in this form no one else goes to anyone. [things put on Yuri disappear] And as for bank interest, I have already said: read the program, we will reduce them!

- Nichrome is not sweeter to itself! How much sweeter! Under this program, you will buy a house today, and you will give it back while living in it! Haha, let's go!

You can run away from the lawyers, John, but you can't run away from the bank.

Buying on someone's charm, you give the interlocutor a credit of confidence.

I do not need anyone.
Do not have to swear allegiance to the country
For her to poverty I have lived.
Because one third of my land in the fire.
I do not need anyone.
I "young wolves" is not a decree.
They, of course, a lot of us younger
But not more talented than us.
And new world, old worthless
Among their contentions and troughs.
I do not need anyone,
Because they have never lived on credit.

I go to bed at ten every night! I have already paid my student loans! I'm old!

Science-fiction writer Robert Sheckley in one of his stories, "Nothing for Something", shows a man, signed with the devil, a sales agent, a contract in which he was offered eternal life and unlimited credit, which he could acquire a marble Palace, clothes, jewelry, a variety of services. For many years he enjoyed his wealth and one day got the account to which you want to work on the contract. 10 thousand years as a slave in the quarries for the use of the Palace, 25 thousand years as a slave in the galleys for banquets and 50 thousand years as a slave in the plantations for the rest. Ahead at it eternity.

The Bank is an institution where you can borrow money if there was a way to convince that you don't need them.

I'm keeping you from the first step
In a fun round. Here's a wild bunch:
Look how it is possible to live without worries!
For them - that day, the occasion comes.
With a bad mind, a lot more fun in the world
The guys jump in the circular dance,
Just like kittens by the tail.
They only used was a loan in the tavern
Yes not cracked b head, -
So everything Trin-grass!

Banks could not open for credit if had not expected to profit, and how could the entrepreneur to guarantee a profit when there was no one who could spend the money?

Bank loan gives you the money for one coat, so after the rip off with seven skins.

I took a loan, bought a car - was left without a car.

The loan is unpredictable, moving like mercury. It can not be locked in the safe. It can only issue, and once you did, you have to step away from losses.

Such good memories as creditors, no one else in the world.