It's like a guy showing up at the bank, looking a mess, bleeding from a cut, breathing heavily, clutching a bunch of crumpled paperwork for someone who doesn't look anything like him. "Here. I am Mr... uh... Mr. Bol Ivia. Give me a loan quick. This is the deed to this h- to my house as security. Any interest rate will do. Where do I sign?" "...Of course, Mr. Ivia! We'll fast-track your application and get you your cash."