"Where are my sweet treats?" moaned the figure. It was a strange night, and the moon picked out the highlights and lit them Hampden Park. Lapinette and the Wabbit knew it was there and they advanced on it. "You gotta problem, Spectre?" The Spectre looked up. "I followed the Digital Trail and all I have now is these worthless tokens. I'm ruined, ruined I tell you." Lapinette turned up her nose. "You should have been more cunning. Less greedy." The Wabbit chimed in. "You thought you'd take a gamble and now you got a shambles." Lapinette snorted. "You're not funny, Wabbit. What are we going to do with this poor ruined spectre?" The Wabbit fumbled in his fur for a crumpled fiver. "Get yourself a sandwich and a coffee." The Spectre wept long and hard. He made to put the crumpled EFTs in the trash. "I could have been a contender instead of a spectre." Lapinette felt sorry for the spectre. "Uncrumple these EFTs and put them together for an exhibition. You could be an honest artist." The Spectre fished the EFTs from the bin. "At MAXXI?" The Wabbit laughed "Your art belongs to Dada!" The Spectre didn't get the joke and neither did anyone else. But he uncrumpled the EFTs and stuck them together at random. A passer-by threw a few coins down and passed on his way. "You've started," smiled Lapinette. "I've enough for a Prosecco!" grinned the spectre. "We'll join you," said the Wabbit.
