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Money continued to spew from Lowell's ears as he drove, spilling down his sides and piling up next to him on the seat. Coins and bills of every amount and currency popped and shot and fluttered from his ears, deafening him with the constant noise. It had started only minutes ago, and he had panicked and headed straight to the hospital. It was already spilling onto the floor and under the pedals, one dollar bills and shiney francs bounced and floated throught the air.
As he skidded to a halt in front of the hospital, a gold bar ejected from his ear with such force is shot through the passenger's seat window, shattering it completely. As he opened the door, a cascade of shillings and yen poured onto the street. Jumping from his car, he slammed the door, which bounced open again because of the monies still exiting the car.
Lowell ran to the hospital, leaving a trail of treasure and paying no mind to the people gathering behind him scooping the cash up in their arms. The constant stream of money was suprisingly un-painful, but it worried him, as, one, he couldn't hear very well, and two, he didn't know whose money this was, or why it was sprouting from his head.
Unfortunatly, the hospital had no idea how to stop it, having (obviously) never encountered such a bizzare case before. X-rays showed only a blur in his head, and one doctor suggested it was a portal of some sort. But they could do nothing. They didn't know if or when it would stop, or where the money was coming from, or why it was there.
Soon Lowell got used to the constant rustling, and was able to understand people if they spoke up. The Hospital contacted the Government, who didn't know what to do, so they let him go home. And the money continued to come, splashing on the ground, filling up rooms, creating giant mounds of green, until he could stand it no more, and plugged his ears.
And the money stopped. He pulled his fingers from his ears; no money appeared. And so with his mountains of money, he bought many things, and paid many dues, and all was good and rich and grand.
As he skidded to a halt in front of the hospital, a gold bar ejected from his ear with such force is shot through the passenger's seat window, shattering it completely. As he opened the door, a cascade of shillings and yen poured onto the street. Jumping from his car, he slammed the door, which bounced open again because of the monies still exiting the car.
Lowell ran to the hospital, leaving a trail of treasure and paying no mind to the people gathering behind him scooping the cash up in their arms. The constant stream of money was suprisingly un-painful, but it worried him, as, one, he couldn't hear very well, and two, he didn't know whose money this was, or why it was sprouting from his head.
Unfortunatly, the hospital had no idea how to stop it, having (obviously) never encountered such a bizzare case before. X-rays showed only a blur in his head, and one doctor suggested it was a portal of some sort. But they could do nothing. They didn't know if or when it would stop, or where the money was coming from, or why it was there.
Soon Lowell got used to the constant rustling, and was able to understand people if they spoke up. The Hospital contacted the Government, who didn't know what to do, so they let him go home. And the money continued to come, splashing on the ground, filling up rooms, creating giant mounds of green, until he could stand it no more, and plugged his ears.
And the money stopped. He pulled his fingers from his ears; no money appeared. And so with his mountains of money, he bought many things, and paid many dues, and all was good and rich and grand.