"А я всегда говорила, что кредиты — зло!"As I stared up into the endless black gulf of the sky, the true horror of my situation finally dawned on me - for in it were contained alien constellations whose cold, feeble light no human eye had ever glimpsed! That eldritch portal through which I had stepped had flung me beyond the farthest reaches of space and time, and I could not help recalling those passages in the monstrous Pnakotic Manuscripts which hint at other, terrifying dimensions beyond our own. But I had no time for further reflection, for the mists before me began to waver and part as a hideously suggestive dark form approached. What blasphemous horror beyond human conception was I about to confront?...
"Hello, sir. My name is Smith and I'm with the Bank of Arkham."
"Who... what did you... how... THE HORROR!"
"Ye-essss... Sir, on August 18, you took out a loan from the Bank of Arkham for the sum of $10.00."
"How did you even get here? We're on an alien planet... in another time... in an mythical monster-haunted dimension which may exist only in someone's dream!"
"Sir, I'm not authorized to discuss internal bank procedures for these matters. You'll have to speak to the manager. Now, your latest interest payment of... one dollar and zero cents is due immediately, and I have come here to collect it."
"But... but I spent my last dollar buying this Elder Sign... which is our only hope of stopping the hideous alien forces which seek to destroy all makind!"
"Well, I'm afraid we'll just have to confiscate that, then. Maybe this will teach you a lesson about responsibility, sir. Please sign here... and here..."