While cruising in the janky time machine, I pulled off at a rest stop a few decades from here. When I stepped into what looked like a gas station kiosk to ask if I could use the toilet, they insisted I get some change from the money machine in the corner. It would cost me 1,000 SATs to access the men’s room.
Upon inspection of the surprisingly heavy coin…
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