@VisualInspiration

"Did you ever hear about the Kimshurkas?"

He shook his head.

"Of course you haven't—otherwise, you wouldn't be here. The Kimshurkas, as I have found out, were the last remnants of the Hyperborean root race, at the dawn of the Lemurian age. I have proof that their descendants—resulting from intercourse with early dinosaurs—still exist on the floor of the Laccadive Sea. They are guarding a treasure: certain manganese modules so rich in rare earth elements that the global energy crisis could be solved within, say, five years. But the big oil companies, assisted by the Aramaic dentists' conspiracy, have hidden the secret for centuries. They don’t want us to make contact. Of course they don’t. I’d do the same if I profited from all this misery. So, to keep it short: I need to buy a submarine. To dive down, take some photos, and gather more evidence of the Kimshurkas—just enough to convince the public. A small submarine would do, manned by one or two people. A used one. Unarmed, of course. Maybe for two and a half million..."

The bank clerk shook his head again.

"I see. You don't want me to find out what's going on down there. So tell me—how much are they paying you? Are you getting money from Exxon, or just free dental care for you and your family? No, you don’t need to call security. I’ll find my way out. And don’t try to stop me. I’ve written it all down—it’s being sent to every… Hey, let me—"

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