October 26th, 2006
|05:36 pm - A pocket full of gold coins. . .|
Today, I found myself with a pocket full of gold coins.
(This often happens when one leaves the post office.)
A sneaky, mischevious grin tugged at the corners of my mouth and sparkled in my eye as I left, though, because I could think only one thought:
"I am a Chaote, and I have a pocket full of gold coins."
My question to you all, all the people on my flist, is this:
"If you were a Chaote, and you had a pocket full of gold coins, what would you do?"
I'd make it a poll, but something tells me some answers might be longer than 255 characters. . .
(feel free to tell me, too, if this scene seems as . . . dangerous/mischevious/frightening to you as it does to me)
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Presents to Send You", -JB
If the darn things actually fit into vending machines and other devices with coin slots, I suggest you deface them in some manner (In Eris We Trust?) and place them into said slots. Keep 'em circulating. Like fnorded dollars.
Alternatively, offer them to passers-by in exchange for a story. That's always sweet.
Oh, they'll fit.
It's just that nothing else will fit when they get stuck.
I wonder if I have the proper tools to deface a coin?