[Scene:
a nervous-looking older man meets with a millennial in a darkened alley.]
Millennial:
what's the target?
Man:
I don't know if I want to do this.
Millennial:
people don't come to us until they've made up their minds.
Man:
Alright. Styrofoam cups.
Millennial:
Six months and they're gone.
Man:
Can millennials really kill styrofoam cups?
Millennial:
we can kill anything, but not cheaply.
Man:
I can pay. I work for a plasti-
Millennial:
I don't need to know and frankly I don't care. One of us will deliver a routing number to a Zurich account. Two billion euros, then we start.
Man:
Al..alright.
Millennial:
It will be your last chance to reconsider. Once the money is processed you'll have no contact with us again.
Man:
I understand. It has to be done.
Millennial:
then it's sealed. The cups will join chain restaurants and diamonds in the void.
Man:
Thank..thank you.
Millennial:
We don't require thanks. Participation is its own trophy.
