"What are you doing?"
"I am making counterfeit money."
Gweg did not like this idea. Gweg didn't like anything about the situation he was in for that matter. For eternity, Gweg was damned, traveling to dimension to dimension, always being killed off by a great being known only as the "Richard". For some odd reason, the current Earth dimension he was in did not have the "Richard".
Instead, it had this chaos causing, trouble making creature. He called himself the Virtual Satyr.
Gweg asked, "Isn't counterfeiting illegal?"
The Satyr said, "Of course not Gweg. In fact the government encourages people to make their own money, because it helps them out, that means less money for them to make."
Gweg said, "I don't know. It still sounds fishy."
The Satyr said, "Think about it this way Gweg; we are getting paid to print money. The money we are getting paid with, is the money we print. We are simply cutting out the middle man."
Gweg said, "I guess that makes sense."
"Of course it does, because I thought of it. Everything I do has a reason and it is always right. Don't worry Gweg, you are in good hands."
Gweg took a look at one of the bills. Gweg could instantly tell it was fake. Gweg asked the Satyr,
"Why does it say 'In Bob Dylan We Trust'."
The Satyr said, "Because 'In God We Trust' caused to much controversy. Therefore, I changed that little slogan, and I picked a suitable replacement, somebody all Americans could get behind, and that man is Bob Dylan."
Gweg said, "Why couldn't you put something like, 'Our Leaders', or 'Our Founding Fathers', or 'A Higher Power'".
The Satyr said, "These people that you mention, yes I know them, they are quite lame."
So Gweg and The Satyr went out to spend their fake money. Their first stop was at at the drive-up hot dog stand.
The Satyr ordered some food.
"Yeah, I'll take 50 cheese dogs, 5 orders of fries, and two giant jugs of root beer."
The chick who took their order started to walk away, but then the Satyr remembered something.
"Hey wait, I forgot something."
The chick walked back to the car.
"Hey Gweg, what do you want to eat?"
It was an hour later until all of their food was made, when the Satyr paid the chick, she could tell the money was fake.
"Excuse me sir, but I'm pretty sure that this fat guy with a beard is not supposed to be on a twenty."
The Satyr said, "That's George Lucas for your information."
The chick said, "Well whoever he is, he's not on real twenties. And who the hell is Bob Dylan anyway?"
The Satyr said, "Well, if you are going to put up such a fuss, I'm not going to leave you a tip."
The chick said, "whateva." and left with all of the food.
Gweg said, "I told you it wasn't going to work."
The Satyr said, "Don't worry, I have a plan, we'll get some use out of this money."
Sunday. Church.
The preacher was given the collection plate, and he shouted "Hallelujah!" as soon as he saw it. The plate was filled the most money he has ever seen.
The preacher said, "I would like to thank God for sending such generous souls to this church." The preacher picked up one of the bills. "You see this bretheren, this is a sign that God watches out for his own..." The preacher then had a stumped look on his face.
"Who the hell is Bob Dylan?"
