Wow, Manus. I feel like I have some sort of otherworldly power, being in possession of two of these bills.

I'll be sitting in an alleyway in a sketchy overcoat when three innocent shoden-faced children walk by.

"Psst. Psst, kids... C'mere... I got something to show you"

"Gosh, I'm not interested in drugs!!! Stranger danger!!!"

"Nah... nah... say... wanna see a 50 pound note?"

"Wow!!! Okay!"

"Well, y'gotta do somtin for me, seeee?"

"W-what is it...?" they ask nervously.

"Give me your lunch money. A lunch box is okay. No crusts or strawberry jam, alright? Now gather around, kids..."