A conversation between The Maker and the masked men breaking him out of his prison cell. "Agreed. Where's our money?" "Where all money is... floating in the ether. Awaiting summons from an imaginary state to a more believable fiction." "That sounds like you don't have it." "I promise you. Whatever "it" is... I most certainly do have it."
This sounds like every conversation I've heard with a cryptobro. "Gentlemen, please, I assure you that #MakerCoin will have tremendous value in my universe."