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Poem: "The Consequences of Their Own Neglect"

This poem came out of the January 8, 2019 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by discussions with [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "masks" square in my 9-30-18 card for the Fall Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Mercedes thread of the Polychrome Heroics series, following "When Opportunity Meets with Planning." Read that first or this won't make much sense.

Warning: This poem features intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes consensual impersonation, a bank robbery, a domestic abuse victim, extreme malfeasance from the bank including the endangerment of said victim, the bank manager is an obnoxious dick, random customers choosing NOT to interfere with the bank robbery, soaking someone with a watergun, threatening to use superpowers for minor genital injury, psychedelic use of superpowers, the banks' only public restroom does not meet ADA standards, and also has a camera, vandalism via superpowers, the vault has WAY more money than it should, hiding out in an underground bunker, cramming calories, faceplanting anyway, and other challenges. There are no casualties in the bank job. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

"The Consequences of Their Own Neglect"

[Wednesday, September 9, 2015]

The team was gathered and ready to go.

Alibi had carefully insinuated herself into
a walking tour of downtown Mercedes in
her guise as Cold Cash, an excursion which
he had been talking up all week. A group of
college students, tourists, and new residents
had gotten together so nobody had to walk alone.

Now the rest of them prepared for their mission:
Ice Fog in his arctic camo with businesslike water guns,
Hardbody all in black, his tattoos covered by long sleeves,
Dubiety in her psychedelic zentai suit, fake ears flapping,
Jook in an eminently forgettable uniform of gray camo,
Dot Dash in her gray hoodie and matching balaclava, and
Affectivity in a white jumpsuit with a gray band on his hat.

They had timed it with precision: middle of the month,
on a Wednesday, in midmorning was a good time
when the bank traffic should be at its lowest ebb.

The Quayle Bank & Trust Company was
a monstrosity of drab gray concrete outside,
with clashing decorations of orange and gray
inside. They had all studied it carefully.

Dot Dash did her job well: they materialized
in the lobby, right in front of the counter that
gave people a place to prep their paperwork.
To the left were open desks and chairs for
consultations; to the right was a lounge area.
At the back, a row of bulletproof glass windows
shielded the bank tellers at their stations.

Between the sitting area and the teller wall,
a corridor headed right, toward the rooms for
private consultations, safe-deposit boxes,
vaults, and other secure facilities. Where
it started, just to the right of the tellers,
two drinking fountains clung to the wall.

That sight made Ice Fog smile.

Then he overheard the conversation
at the nearest desk, and the smile fell away
like the face melting off of a snowman.

"Please, I need to get my money out,"
a woman begged. "You've turned down
everything else I asked for. He hurts me.
I have to leave before he kills me."

"Sorry, ma'am, bank policy requires
the signatures of both parties to close
a joint account," an unctuous voice replied,
not sounding sorry at all. "We can't help you."

Well, Ice Fog could do something about that.

Perhaps alerted by some sound or motion,
the young Asian woman in the pale yellow dress
turned around to face them. She had applied
coverup with considerable skill, but Ice Fog
could still spot the black eye under it.

She didn't scream when she saw
a team of the supervillains in the bank.
Now wasn't that interesting.

Maybe she had seen scarier dudes.
Maybe she even lived with one.

Ice Fog had to think fast.
They had a schedule, which
was flexible but not infinitely so.

They couldn't take the woman 'hostage'
or 'kidnap' her. Even if she made it clear
that she was bailing with them voluntarily,
it was a kind of trouble he preferred to avoid.

The 'keep it clean' rule applied to Ice Fog too,
dammit. He had to set a good example.

Then he realized that the obnoxious dick
sitting behind the desk was the bank manager.

Slowly Ice Fog began to smile again.

"Listen up, ladies, gentlemen, and others!"
he called. "We're here to make a big withdrawal
from the bank for abuses of power including but
not limited to mortgage fraud, usurious fees, and
violation of restraining orders. We're not after
personal possessions. If you'll all kindly put
your hands up and take a seat in the lounge,
we'll get out of your hair as fast as possible."

Ice Fog let a trickle of his superpower spill out
into the air, creating a cold sparkling mist that
poured down from the drinking fountains and
gently shooed patrons toward the chairs.

He was gratified to see most of them using
the okay signal that indicated they had
no beef with him and would behave.

Affectivity peeled off to stand guard,
and Dubiety's superpowers filled the lobby
with all kinds of curious things, including
a palm tree with hands waving to the kids.

"You two stay put for now," Ice Fog said,
holding out a hand toward the Asian woman
and the bank manager at the nearby desk.
Rupert Bezos, the plaque read, and
her nametag said Kaien Peng.

"Mr. Bezos, take down this info and
pass it to Mrs. Peng," said Ice Fog.

Mr. Bezos did not move.

Ice Fog frowned. He couldn't
help Mrs. Peng directly, because
that would attract cops like flies. He
could give her resources, if Mr. Bezos
would get off his fat ass, and later
follow up with Kraken to slip her
support in a discreet manner.

Ice Fog flicked his water gun.
"I suggest you get a pen and paper."

Grumbling, Mr. Bezos wrote out
phone numbers and addresses for
battered women in California.

"Thank you," Ice Fog said as
Mr. Bezos handed her the note.
"Mrs. Peng, those places can help you,
including with the financial challenges.
You can head over to the lounge now --
see that guy in white? He knows EFA.
Mr. Bezos, you're coming with me."

Mrs. Peng scurried around
Ice Fog so fast that he barely
caught her whispered thanks.

Mr. Bezos crossed his arms
and stoutly refused to budge.

Ice Fog lowered the watergun and
shot him in the crotch. "Now," he said,
"you can either step away from that desk,
or I turn the water to ice and you can
spend tonight in the local hospital for
frostnip on your teeny, tiny dick."

"You're making a big mistake,"
Mr. Bezos said with a glare.

"This isn't a mistake," Ice Fog said,
lifting his chin. "It's a choice."

Mr. Bezos abandoned his desk.

As Ice Fog herded him toward
the corridor, he noticed that all of
the patrons were signing okay now.
Well, that was a flattering turn of events.

The rest of the team fell in behind
Ice Fog as they entered the corridor,
mist thickening to hide them completely.

Dubiety swept her hand through it,
turning it colors like cotton candy.

A moment later, the smell of sugar
and artificial flavoring followed it.

First of all, Ice Fog checked the dottie
for the camera that Kraken had warned
him about. He found it, and shattered it
with a well-aimed blast of ice crystals.

The dottie was appalling in general --
it didn't even have grab bars by the toilet --
so he ruptured the plumbing in a fit of pique.
Now they'd have to replace it, and that would
mean following the current requirements.

When Mr. Bezos stopped outside the door
to the safe deposit boxes, Ice Fog rolled
his eyes. "Didn't you hear me? We're not
taking any personal effects. Get to the vault."

Ice Fog smiled when he saw the thing.
It was a Swiss model, and you could always
trust one to work perfectly, like a Swiss watch.

"All right, Mr. Bezos, you have a choice,"
said Ice Fog. "You can open the vault for us,
in which case it will remain intact; or you can
refuse, in which case I'll open it myself and
it will be in ruins when I'm done. Decide."

"I won't help supervillains!" the manager barked.
He was sweating even through his suitcoat,
dark patches visible underneath his arms.

"Well then, thanks for giving me a stress toy,"
Ice Fog said cheerfully. He jerked his chin, and
Hardbody pushed Mr. Bezos toward the lobby.
Good riddance to bad rubbish, there.

Ice Fog waved at the security camera
and then created the signature frozen mist
that made his Phasing look like Vaporous Form.

Beside him, Dubiety had made Jook look like
a giant mushroom, so nobody was getting
anything admissible from the cameras.

"Do me a hookah!" Jook said, and she did.

Humming to himself, Ice Fog used
his superpowers to breach the vault,
leaving a telltale rime of crystals that
wrecked its fine-tuned machinery.

That was a shame, but it was
all Mr. Bezos' fault, really.

Another flick of his ability
killed the cameras in the vault.

Inside, the vault held gold bars
on shelves around the walls and
packets of $100 bills on pallets
in the middle of the floor.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Jook said.

Ice Fog felt the same way --
and had the experience to realize
this job had just gone way over
his pay grade -- but he also had
the maturity to muffle it for now.

They were here, they had a job
to do, and they would do it.

"All right, Jook, start packing
the gold," Ice Fog said. "Dubiety,
you and I can work on the cash."

In the time it took to say that,
Jook had filled several backpacks,
each one holding $4,430,640 and
weighing about 275 pounds.

"Dot Dash, start moving out,"
Ice Fog said, waving at them.

She gathered some backpacks
and then teleported away.

Dot Dash could carry up to
11 people at once and even make
several long jumps in rapid succession.

Traveling a short distance, however,
meant she could make many more hops
before she got too tired to continue.

The team had therefore prepared
several caches in utility vaults plus
a lair where they could rest up
not far from the bank itself.

By the time the authorities
could even mount a search,
both the bank robbers and
the loot would be long gone.

Jook zipped around the vault,
stuffing backpacks with gold
and guzzling e-Gel from
an aluminum sport bottle.

Dubiety and Ice Fog worked
slower but steadily with cash.

Hardbody came into the vault.
"All's calm out front," he said.
"Affectivity has it well in hand.
He got the patrons playing
Mafia in the lounge there."

Ice Fog laughed. "Great,"
he said. "Now help us get rich."

"Gladly," Hardbody said, and
shouldered a backpack of gold.

They worked briskly, knowing
that they wouldn't have long before
someone got the word out, even though
Dubiety had hacked the bank to kill
any signal from the panic buttons.

Most of the haul would be in gold
because Jook worked faster, but
cash was lighter and the rest of them
were doing their share of the work.

The woop-woop of a siren sounded
from Dubiety's vidwatch. "That's it,
folks, somebody called the cops,"
she said. "We've got three minutes
to scram before they get here, max."

"Everyone finish your current bag
and let's leg it," Ice Fog said.
"We've got more than enough."

Dot Dash teleported away
to stash the remaining bags,
then came back for the team.

Ice Fog led them out of the vault,
their hands ironically empty.

Then -- just because the bank
had really pissed him off and
he was a supervillain and he
felt like being a dick about it --
he jammed the vault door
in the closed position.

"Have fun opening that,"
he said to the camera, then
laughed at the wah-wah tone
Dubiety had put on his voice.

Affectivity trotted up to them.
"I got your signal," he said to
Dubiety. "I let everyone go,
then jammed the security door."

Clearly Ice Fog wasn't the only one
who had a serious beef with the bank.

As soon as everyone took hold,
Dot Dash teleported them to
their chosen bolthole.

It was a luxurious bunker
under the city, complete with
a bathroom, bunkroom, dining room,
living room and entertainment center,
kitchen, and master bedroom.

It could sleep up to ten people --
six single bunks, one queen-size bed,
and a full-size hide-a-bed couch -- and
it came fully stocked with food, water,
medical supplies, and other needs.

"Welcome to your sanctuary,"
said Adytum. They had met her
when making arrangements for
this place, and she would be
their backup teleporter and
caregiver while they were here.
"So how did the bank job go?"

"It will generally be found that men
who are constantly lamenting their ill luck
are only reaping the consequences of
their own neglect, mismanagement, and
improvidence, or want of application,"
Cash replied in a smug tone.

Dot promptly made a beeline for
the kitchen and started chugging
Smoothie King Hulking Strawberry
and Cold Stone PB&C smoothies.

Terek grabbed the takeout containers
on the dining table and tucked into
barbecued ribs, Southern collards,
and an entire sweet potato pie.

Geno and Kace took the side desk,
which had a stack of cards, dice,
and assorted board games.

"I need to get out of this thing,"
Makeda said, plucking at her costume.
The ridiculous fake ears wiggled.

"The bathroom lies beyond
the bunk room," Adytum said.

Cash made a preliminary report
about Kaien Peng and her need for
assistance. She would probably
wind up 'winning a sweepstakes'
or something along those lines.

He followed with his observations
about the ludicrously overstocked vault.
Given the unexpected bounty, Kraken
would send someone else to empty
their caches and give them credit
for the loot they had acquired.

Ice Fog and his team would get
a percentage of the haul to pay
for their hard work -- probably
several million dollars apiece.

The rest of the money would
go to paying off the authorities,
compensating the bank's victims,
and various other Kraken projects.

Then the reciprocal report
came back with a banner
reading, Casualties: 0.

Cash whooped in triumph
and shared the good news
with the rest of his team.

Dot opened a big box of
Dunkin Donuts Bismarcks
and offered them to anybody
who wanted a donut. Kace
happily reached out to grab one.

Terek licked the pie plate and
then faceplanted into the table.
"I'm gonna ... just ... sleep it off."

"Let's get you into bed," Adytum said.

"Mmmkay," Terek said, not moving
despite her encouragement.

Adytum reached down and slung
his arm over her shoulder, then lifted.
"The passing-out guy gets the queen bed."

"No argument from me," Kace said,
even though he was bigger than Jook.

Makeda came out of the bathroom,
her hair damp from the shower, and
then sat down at the dining room table.
"Deal me in?" she said to Kace and Geno.

"Sure," they said, bringing their poker game
across the room so she could play too.

Cash went back to use the bathroom,
then took the opportunity to change
out of his snow camo uniform and into
something better suited to lounging.

Then he returned to the living room
where he flopped onto the couch.

There he turned on the viewscreen
and brought up the video so that he
could start enjoying 'his' walking tour.

Alibi had not only taken great footage,
she focused on attractions that would have
snagged his own interest, and she had
staged several memorable scenes
with other people from the tour.

She'd even bought him souvenirs:
a postcard of the Courthouse Museum,
a gorgeous turquoise calavera mask
from the Multi-Cultural Arts Center, and
a t-shirt with a cartoon map of California.

Cash made a note to buy her something
particularly nice as a thank-you for that.

Maybe he would 'go back' to the gallery
and look for a painting or a sculpture
in the peace-art style that she favored.

After all, he had plenty of money to shop with.

* * *


Rupert Bezos -- He has ruddy skin, black eyes, and short dark hair that is receding and going gray. His ears stick out. He is a bank manager at the Quayle Bank & Trust Company in Westbord, California. Rupert is very receptive to cues from CEO Quayle about using every possible method to make more money for the bank.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Manipulating People, Good (+2) Golfer, Good (+2) Hard Worker, Good (+2) Logical-Mathematical Intelligence
Poor (-2) Not as Slick as He Thinks He Is

Kaien Peng -- She has tawny-fair skin, almond-shaped gray eyes, and long straight black hair. Her heritage is Chinese and Taiwanese. She speaks English, Mandarin Chinese, and Taiwanese Hokkien. She lives in the Bay Area of Westbord, California. Gentle and graceful, Kaien makes a good followers. She works as a secretary for a local business. She is trying to escape an abusive relationship.
Qualities: Good (+2) Follower, Good (+2) Gentle, Good (+2) Graceful, Good (+2) Memory, Good (+2) Secretary
Poor (-2) Domestic Abuse Victim

Adytum (Bria Doran) -- She has fair skin, blue eyes, and long hair of light brown that bleaches blonde in the sun. Her heritage is Irish-American. She speaks Arabic, English, Esperanto, French, Hindustani, Irish, Latin, Mandarin Chinese, and Spanish. Adytum works for Kraken as a bolthole attendant. She can take people to and from a secret lair or take care of them while there. She is cheerful even in the face of rudeness or other challenges. However, she is nowhere near ready to settle down, and her frequent travel makes it difficult to sustain any kind of relationship.
Origin: Bria grew up in a tiny town with nothing much to do. She always wanted to escape, and in high school, she suddenly teleported away. Kraken found her on the streets, took her in, and trained her.
Uniform: Adytum has a Kraken uniform of dexflan and capery. The jumpsuits are sensibly designed with sleek fit, plenty of pockets and fasteners for equipment. They provide Expert (+4) Camouflage to a designated user, but if worn by anyone else, turn garish neon colors. However, the nature of her work means she doesn't really need it. Often she just wears casual women's clothes. She likes earth tones, soft neutrals, and deep greens or blues. Camouflage is a favorite pattern.
Qualities: Good (+2) Cheerful, Good (+2) Emotional First Aide, Good (+2) Fast, Good (+2) Languages, Good (+2) Paramedic
Poor (-2) Settling Down
Powers: Good (+2) Teleportation, Average (0) Soul Sense
Motivation: Helping people to safety, especially the ones often overlooked.

* * *

"It will generally be found that men who are constantly lamenting their ill luck are only reaping the consequences of their own neglect, mismanagement, and improvidence, or want of application."
-- Samuel Smiles quotes (Scottish author, 1812-1904)

The Quayle Bank & Trust Company has a gray-and-orange lobby. The dottie lacks accessible features. A large room holds the safe deposit boxes.

This is the main vault. The stacks of gold bars are different sizes and shapes. None are shorter than 3 bars or taller than 7 bars. They seem to be 7-10 bars wide and 7-10 bars deep. Say an average of 5 x 8 x 8, or 320 bars per stack. There are 21 stacks on the right wall. Assuming the room is a square, there are presumably 21 on the back wall and on the left wall. That's 6720 bars on each wall, or 20,160 total. The value of that much gold is $8,932,170,240.
The packets of $100 bills are too jumbled to count. However, they are on pallets and there are several pallets in the middle of the vault -- not too many because there is an aisle several feet wide all around them. Assuming the room is a cube, a logical number of pallets is 4. A full pallet holds $100,800,000. So 4 pallets would be $403,200,000. Due to the jumble, they are not full. Perhaps a quarter of the volume is empty. So that leaves 3 pallets worth of packets or $302,400,000.
The total value in the vault is around $9,234,570,240. Larger banks might keep as much as $200,000 or more available for transactions. This vault holds about 1173 times what it should.

What does one TRILLION dollars look like?

Now we'll look at a pallet. We'll start with one layer, 7 packets wide by 16 packets deep, with each packet being $10,000.
7 x 16 = 112 packets per layer
112 x $10,000 = $1,120,000 per layer

Increase that to 90 layers and you have a stack 38.7" tall (plus 4" for the pallet) that is worth a little over $100,000,000 (one hundred million dollars)

Next, ten pallets of $100 million are $1 billion...
10 x $100,000,000 = $1,000,000,000 (one billion dollars)

For example, in the United States, small banks (those with less than $15.2 million in transaction accounts) have no minimum reserve requirement. Banks with $15.2 million to $110.2 million in transaction accounts must hold 3% in reserve. Large banks (those with more than $110.2 million in transaction accounts) must hold 10% in reserve. [---8<---]
Very small banks may only keep $50,000 or less on hand, while larger banks might keep as much as $200,000 or more available for transactions. This surprises many people who assume bank vaults are always full of cash. It has surprised many bank robbers, too. According to FBI data, the average bank robbery yielded only $4,330 in 2006, which likely reflects how little money is kept up front with the tellers.
-- How Much Money Can a Bank Hold

To see how much banks make, check out the 10 biggest U.S. banks.

Underground precast concrete utility vaults protect expensive equipment. These are very secure, yet allow access for authorized personnel.

Precast Vaults: Model 1490 CUS
manhole 1490 CUS
Utility Vault Model 1490 MH
Inside - 14'0" x 9'0" x 7'0"
Outside - 15'0" x 10'0" x 8'8"
Knockouts: Sized and located as required
Total Weight: 53,600 lbs.

Cast concrete utility vaults are very popular as cache locations for supervillains, because they are so easy to disguise among those actually in use for utilities. They customarily come with "knockouts" -- places where the wall is marked for removal to make space for pipes, doors, etc. These can be left intact to create a cache that can only be accessed by superpowers, or the pipe holes can be left closed while the manhole is opened for surface access. Here is a similar example just after installation, with knockouts open for pipes and part of a vented lid installed.

In Terramagne-America, the company Prometheus Protection makes emergency shelters. It is similar to local-American Atlas Survival Shelters.

See the floor plan for the bolthole and its entrance. This model can sleep up to 10 people (1 queen-size bed, 1 full-size hide-a-bed couch, and 6 single bunks) and is fully stocked with food, water, medical supplies, and other survival needs. The bathroom includes a shower, toilet, sink, washer and dryer. The bunk room provides six single bunks. The dining room has a four-person booth on one side and desk with two chairs on the other. The living room features a full-size hide-a-bed couch and an entertainment center with a large viewscreen, game consoles, and other materials. The kitchen has a double sink, microwave oven and refrigerator. The cabinets hold food, dishes, cookware, cleaning supplies, and other everyday needs. Storage hatches under the floor lead to more food, hold water, and further long-term supplies. The master bedroom offers a queen-size bed with built-in cabinet.

Multicultural Arts Center
This award-winning building first opened in October of 1996 in downtown Merced. The first floor contains a theater, the lobby gallery and the Arbor Gallery. The second and third floors house additional gallery space and six visual and performing arts studios.
Location: 645 West Main Street
Hours: Monday – Friday, 10am – 2pm
Phone: 209-388-1090
Web: artsmerced.org

See the calaveras.

Brutalism is a type of architecture characterized by big, blocky buildings with a utilitarian ambiance. They often incorporate conspicuous chunks of concrete. The style is not just hideous but also ruinous to mental health.

Middle of the month on the 9th or first/third Wednesday around 10:45 is a good time.

A walking tour is usually a self-guided tour, but it can be a guided tour. It has the advantage of providing exercise as well as entertainment. In Terramagne, even self-guided tours often post gathering times so people don't have to go alone if they don't like that. Usually the local tourist board tracks the use and traffic flow of self-guided tours so they can identify peak hours when it's easy to get a group going -- and conversely, suggest lowest traffic times for introverts.

Merced Downtown Walking Tour
Pick up a map at Merced Visitor Services information center and follow the historical path through Merced's Downtown District. Several popular attractions are located along the route, including local museums, Main Street, cultural attractions, as well as shopping and restaurants. The route can be walked in as little as 60 minutes, but plan enough time to dine and shop along the way.

There are several ways to cover a bruise. One is to use concealer with color correction.

Domestic violence organizations in California include shelters, victim assistance, regional services, dating violence hotlines, financial help, and housing. They are grossly insufficient to the needs. People who are supposed to help victims routinely betray them to abusers. Many victims who wish to escape are unable to do so because there is literally nowhere to go and nobody will help them. This is why many women die at the hands of their abuses: because society assists abusers in accomplishing that goal.

A gold bar, also called gold bullion or a gold ingot, is a quantity of refined metallic gold of any shape that is made by a bar producer meeting standard conditions of manufacture, labeling, and record keeping. Larger gold bars that are produced by pouring the molten metal into molds are called ingots. Smaller bars may be manufactured by minting or stamping from appropriately rolled gold sheets. The standard gold bar held as gold reserves by central banks and traded among bullion dealers is the 400-troy-ounce (12.4 kg or 438.9 ounces) Good Delivery gold bar. The kilobar, which is 1000 grams in mass (32.15 troy ounces), is the bar that is more manageable and is used extensively for trading and investment.
-- Gold Bar

An effective way to evaluate the average's man strength is to look at familiar exercises that work multiple muscle groups. With this in mind, the average untrained man can squat 125 pounds, bench press 135 pounds and deadlift 155 pounds. [---8<---]
Novice weight trainers -- weighing 198 pounds, the nearest cutoff to the average American male -- with several months of experience average 230 pounds for the squat, 175 pounds for the bench press and 290 pounds for the deadlift -- according to Kilgore's strength standards. Intermediate lifters with a couple of years in weight training average 285 pounds for the squat, 215 pounds for the bench press, and 335 pounds for the deadlift. Advanced lifters with multiple years of training experience average 390 pounds for the squat, 290 pounds on the bench press, and 460 pounds for the deadlift.
-- "How Much Weight Can the Average Man Lift?"

Ten standard gold bars (400-troy-ounce or 12.4 kg or 438.9 ounces) weigh 274.3 pounds. This is a comfortable weight for muscular supervillains to move around, and similar to the weight of a person for teleporting purposes.

The price of gold on September 9, 2015 was $1107.66 per troy ounce. That's $443,064 per bar, or $4,430,640 per backpack.

The highest value of denomination currently in production is the $100 bill, but in decades past, the Federal Reserve has issued $1,000, $5,000, $10,000 and even $100,000 bills. [---8<---]
The U.S. stopped printing the $1,000 bill and larger denominations by 1946, but these bills continued circulating until the Federal Reserve decided to recall them in 1969, Forgue said.

The approximate weight of a bill, regardless of denomination, is 1 gram. A $100 bill weighs the same amount as any other denomination of U.S. paper currency, because they are all the same size. Since there are about 454 grams in 1 U.S. pound, a pound of $100 bills is worth $45,400.

According to the U.S. Treasury, "In $100 bills, the weight of $1 million is about 22 pounds." [that's 10 kg.]

But a more accurate figure for thickness is the actual US government requirement for currency paper
"Thickness (Caliper). The thickness of the paper shall be 124 ± 7 micrometers when tested as specified in Section"

So in summary, you can have one stack of bills 1.24 meters = 48.82
inches high, or you can have, say, 4 stacks a little over a foot high,
22 pounds all together, or (if you prefer the metric system) 6 stacks
a little over 20 cm high, 10kg. all together.

This is a Tactical Rush Backpack., one of the best tactical and heavy-duty backpacks.
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Left and Right Side Pockets - 16.5” x 6” x 1.75”
Total Capacity - 3342 cubic inch / 55 liter (0.05500000 cubic meters)

According to the U.S. Treasury, "In $100 bills, the weight of $1 million is about 22 pounds (10 kilograms). The volume is 0.01282 cubic meters. The backpack has a total capacity of 3342 cubic inch / 55 liter / 0.05500000 cubic meters. About $4 million in cash will fit in there, weighing 88 pounds. They're only putting 10 bars of gold per backpack, or $4,430,640, because that weighs 274.3 pounds. Cash is much lighter -- but gold is untraceable once you hit it with a hammer or melt it.

Dot Dash can carry up to 11 people at a time. The team escapes with 121 backpacks, of which 11 are filled with cash and the rest with gold, since Jook works at Super-Speed. That's $44,000,000 in cash plus $487,370,400 in gold for a total haul of $531,370,400.

This still leaves $8,703,199,840 in the vault. One of the greatest bank heists in history was barely a drop in the bucket. The most hilarious thing of all is that the authorities won't even bother the bank robbers. They will be much more interested in finding out why the bank had massively more wealth in the vault than it should have had. That will lead them to the real crooks behind the bank scams. (Remember, if you want to steal big -- don't rob a bank, become a banker.) Ice Fog and his team will get a percentage of the haul to pay for their hard work, probably 10%. That's $53,137,040, or $7,591,005 if they split it equally. (They may divide it as pirates do, with weighted shares.) The rest of the money will go to paying off the authorities, victim compensation, and other Kraken projects.

Mafia is a popular party game. It can be played for teambuilding.

Speedsters often carry a fairly fluid form of energy gel, such as E-Gel (which has 150 calories per 55g package), in a sports bottle.

Smoothie King The Hulk Strawberry
Nutrition Facts: A large (40 oz) contains 1,928 calories, 64 g fat (26 g saturated fat), 250 g sugar and 50 g protein.
Consider yourself warned: This gargantuan smoothie packs as many calories, fat and sugar as most adults require in an entire day. (It probably doesn’t help that the second ingredient listed in this “Fitness” smoothie is butter pecan ice cream.) And while the shake’s “Weight Gain Blend” might be a good idea for some customers — namely those looking to put on pounds — most people should do without. Don’t be fooled by the “make it skinny” option on this menu, either: It only cuts 200 calories and 44 (of 250!) grams of sugar, while the fat content remains the same.

The Cold Stone PB&C packs a whopping 2,010 calories and has been dubbed the worst drink in the U.S.
A 2,000-calorie milkshake that contains as much fat as 25 rashers of bacon has been named as the worst drink in America.
Just one serving equals the recommended daily calorie intake for women and falls just short of the total for men.
Made with chocolate ice cream, milk and peanut butter, the shake packs a whopping 131 grams of fat – 68g of which is saturated – and 153g of sugar.

Dunkin Donuts Bismarck
The Crime: 490 calories (37g sugar)
The Punishment: 1.5 hours of lugging boxes to help your buddy move
Maybe it’s not a coincidence that this massive dome of dough shares the same name as a German battleship—because this thing is about to blow your diet to smithereens. Downing one is the sugar equivalent of ingesting almost seven Twizzlers Strawberry Twists.

Ruby Tuesday Classic Barbecue Full-Rack Baby-Back Ribs, with BBQ Sauce, without sides (940 calories)

Southern Collard Greens
Per Serving: 471 calories; 34.3 g fat; 17.4 g carbohydrates; 26.8 g protein; 77 mg cholesterol; 130 mg sodium.

Sweet Potato Pie
389 calories per serving X 8 servings = 3112 calories per pie

Merced Courthouse Museum
On the National Register of Historic Places, the County Courthouse was designed in 1875 by State Capital Architect, Albert A. Bennett. In addition to the temporary exhibits, the museums permanent collection includes a blacksmith shop, turn-of-the century schoolhouse and Indian artifacts.

See Cash's Mercedes Courthouse Museum postcard. Here is his California map t-shirt. This is the calavera.
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