Somebody handed me a dollar. I didn’t work for it or anything. It was just handed to me. I said to myself, “Well Rocky, that’s nice!”

But not nice enough. I mean, it was just a single dollar and that can take you only so far. So, I had this great idea.

I’ll hold the dollar in reserve and lend out nine dollars that I don’t have! When they pay me back, I’ll have ten dollars.

I know what you’re thinking. How can I possibly lend out money I don’t have? Fortunately, the guy who gave me the dollar offered to print nine more and give them to me for every dollar I hold on to. So, when I get paid back, I can automatically get ninety more dollars—for doing nothing! Plus—get this!—I’m charging interest…for my “trouble.”

This is one sweet deal. Clearly I’m smarter and more talented than everybody else.

I’m having a bit of a problem at the moment. There’s always a little hiccup. The thing is, some of the people I lent money to claim they can’t pay me back. They are clearly lazy deadbeats. They need to work harder and get me my free money.

Fortunately, I was able to hire a really good collection agency. They garnish wages and give me my cut. The problems is, those lazy people who took my money aren’t earning enough. They must lack skills or motivation. I don’t care what the reason is. I’m getting my money—whatever it takes.

There are about a million people in the town square. They are chanting something. I can’t make out what they’re saying. It’s Greek to me. But I’m pretty sure they’re talking about me. Whatever else they are saying, I’m clearly hearing “Rocky!”

Back to my problem. I’m counting on these guys in the square to get tired and go home—and get back to work. For good measure, I’ll have my collection agency break a few heads.

I need that money. Now.