Pick a dollar amount. Are you ready? Good. Now listen up: every time I snap, you tribute that dollar amount. Every. Single. Snap. What are you afraid of? Debt? That's nothing. With every snap and every tribute you fall deeper and deeper under my spell. If you don't have the cash, get another credit card. Watch your bills pile up and your bank balance turn red as I continue to snap my fingers. Draining your wallet a few dollars at a time. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace until the trickle of cash out of your account becomes a flood. Rinsing you. Taking advantage of you. You're unable to stop. Snap. Snap. Snap.