[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.