[Scene: a nervous-looking older man meets with a millennial in a darkened alley.]
Millennial: what's the target?
Man: I don't know if I want to do this.
Millennial: people don't come to us until they've made up their minds.
Man: Alright. Styrofoam cups.
Millennial: Six months and they're gone.
Man: Can millennials really kill styrofoam cups?
Millennial: we can kill anything, but not cheaply.
Man: I can pay. I work for a plasti-
Millennial: I don't need to know and frankly I don't care. One of us will deliver a routing number to a Zurich account. Two billion euros, then we start.
Millennial: It will be your last chance to reconsider. Once the money is processed you'll have no contact with us again.
Man: I understand. It has to be done.
Millennial: Then it's sealed. The cups will join chain restaurants and diamonds in the void.
Man: Thank..thank you.
Millennial: We don't require thanks. Participation is its own trophy.