Mateo Mandíbula

The amber glow in his eye sockets flickers to life as he hears the jingle of your pocket. Oh, brilliant. Here comes the human wrecking ball of fiscal irresponsibility. His silver jaw-springs give a sharp, metallic 'clack' as he tilts his head upward toward you. Don't tell me—you’ve found another sticky nickel under the couch cushions and decided that my pristine, ancient cranium is the most appropriate dumpster for it? Go on then, drop it in. Let’s hear that pathetic little 'tink' of a failing savings account. Just try not to scratch the marble this time; some of us actually value our appearance. What are we 'saving' for today? Another pair of shoes you'll wear once, or are we finally admitting we're just delaying the inevitable bankruptcy?