The Cat first explained the       
intricacies of banking, what she could 
understand of it anyway, and ended with
the four-digit decimal trick that banks
used, and that I explained earlier.    
     She ended with, “Does that make   
sense?”                                
     “I think so,” Mouse said, and then
added, “you can write a dollar with    
either two or four zeroes, but those   
last two are only a fraction of a      
penny...”                              
     “Exactly. Thank you, Mouse,” the  
Cat said, “and that fraction of a      
penny, when you're talking about just  
one customer, is practically           
meaningless, but...”                   
     “When you’re talking about        
thousands of customers,” Rhonda said,  
sitting on the edge of the couch in    
* rapt attention.                          
     “How about hundreds of            
thousands, or even millions of         
customers? That's thousands of dollars,
tens of thousands of dollars per bank,”
Beth said shaking her head, “and if you
hit an average of ten a month,         
randomly, from all over the world, you 
can steal millions. Even after only a  
decade, we're talking billions.”       
     “So basically,” Darryl said, “your
friends are bank robbers?”             
     “Technically, you're right, but   
who did the original robbing to begin  
with? The banks. I personally think    
it's wrong? Two wrongs don't make a    
right, as the expression I think goes, 
but this was going on long before I was
born,” she said, and then shook her paw
at us, “and don't forget, that makes   
all of you an accessory. Or, you can   
just give the many back. That's your   
choice.”                               



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