I'm going to mail you a $1 coin in an envelope. Then the next day I'll mail $1 coins. I'll keep adding a $1 coin every day until it gets to be a handicapped amount of $1 coins. Like the envelope can barely hold them. Eventually you're gonna have all these goddamn $1 coins you won't know what to do with. You'll start with a cup of $1 coins and then graduate to a milk jug. After a while you'll give up on child's play and move on to something like one of those bigass plastic storage containers. But even that won't be enough. I'm not sending the $1 coins in envelopes anymore. I'm sending them in packages. This takes a stuffton of money to ship because it's loving heavy. You'll keep getting packages of $1 coins day after day. You will eventually have an entire room set aside just to put $1coins It doesn't matter anyway. I'll still be sending more $1 coins than you can get rid of.
you'll try to throw them away. You won't give a stuff. The garbage won't take them though because they're too loving heavy. Your life will become $1 coins. You will dream about $1 coins. You'll dread going home. But it won't stop there. I'll start leaving them in your car too. They'll pile up endlessly and there's nothing you can do about it.
At some point you'll give up on your house and try to move in with a friend so you can finally be free from the metal hell. But oh no! stuff's forget up in there too! $1 coins are already there. He doesn't know why, but it doesn't matter. You do. This will inevitably lead to you being homeless because you will have literally exhausted any means of escaping this shiny nightmare. You'll be asleep on the streets one night. You'll be awoken suddenly by a jingling sound. "Oh no!" you think. You know what it is. You open your eyes and see me. I'm standing in front of you. I just dropped a large sack of $1 coins.
