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Any amount (even $1) gives this response:

The bank teller looks at your passport and returns it to you. She says, “You have only $10.00 in your account. That withdrawal would put your balance below the minimum balance of $10. Have a nice day.”

[Your blood pressure just went up.]

Some responses on the illegal activity question:

If you type “N”:

NOTE: Not what our spies say.

If you type “Y”:

NOTE: You look like a sleazebag.

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Bank

You are in The Fillmore Fiduciary Trust Bank. There is an exit to the south and teller windows to the north.

>s
13 Utopia Avenue

This is the commercial district. You see a rather shabby brownstone tenement (obviously once a grand family house) to the east, and a travel agency (which is trying to look like a bank) to the west. The Fillmore Fiduciary Trust Bank (which is trying to look like a travel agency) lies to the north. The street continues south.

>e
Hallway

You’re in a dark, dank, drab hallway. Grey, greasy stone stairs lead up, and an exit (the door long ago ripped off by drunken opera critics) leads west. There’s a closed door in the south wall.

>x door
It looks as if the door is closed.

>open door
The door seems to be locked.

>up
About halfway up, you encounter a wall, blank but for a sign: “Property of Random Q. Hacker. Keep out. This means you!” Taking our word for its impenetrability, you utter a disgruntled cry of “Foo!” and return to the hallway.

>w
13 Utopia Avenue

This is the commercial district. You see a rather shabby brownstone tenement (obviously once a grand family house) to the east, and a travel agency (which is trying to look like a bank) to the west. The Fillmore Fiduciary Trust Bank (which is trying to look like a travel agency) lies to the north. The street continues south.

>s
14 Utopia Avenue

You see a rather run-down restaurant to the east, and one of those bookstores which looks as if it wouldn’t have anything you want to buy to the west. The street continues north and south.

>s
15 Utopia Avenue

You’re standing on a well-kept sidewalk to the east of your new house. The street bears north and south. There’s an overgrown alleyway to the east.

There’s a mailbox here.

>e
Alley

This is an overgrown, grassy alley, surrounded by a tall creosoted fence. A closed back door leads north; there’s a gap in the fence to the south. The exit leads west.

>s
You squeeze yourself through the gap.

Behind Mansion

You’re in the back garden of a mansion. You can enter the house through a door to the west, and there’s a gap in the fence to the north.

You can hear “Delta Dawn,” backed by too many clarinets playing in the mansion.

>w
Porch

Welcome to the porch. It is a porch. Doors from this porch lead south and east. The overall effect is rather porchy.

You can hear “Torn Between Two Lovers,” performed by a world-famous kazoo soloist playing in the mansion.

A macaw with a missing right wing is watching you from a perch in the corner. Under the perch you see some mail.

>give treats to macaw
You’d have to take the Llamex(R) brand High-Fibre Llama Treats out of the bag of llama treats first.

The macaw roars defiance at you. “Death to the running dogs of imperialism!”

>get treats
Llama treats fall between your fingers. Hah! That fixed your hash, didn’t it?

>e
Behind Mansion

You’re in the back garden of a mansion. You can enter the house through a door to the west, and there’s a gap in the fence to the north.

You can hear “Surfin’ USA,” performed by 101 guitars playing in the mansion.

>n
You squeeze through the gap.

Alley

This is an overgrown, grassy alley, surrounded by a tall creosoted fence. A closed back door leads north; there’s a gap in the fence to the south. The exit leads west.

>w
15 Utopia Avenue

You’re standing on a well-kept sidewalk to the east of your new house. The street bears north and south. There’s an overgrown alleyway to the east.

There’s a mailbox here.

>s
16 Utopia Avenue

You’re standing west of a mansion; its rather ornate door is closed. The road continues north and south.

You can hear “Torn Between Two Lovers,” performed on common household appliances playing in the mansion.

>s
17 Utopia Avenue

A modest, ochre-and-aubergine striped llama-farm farmhouse stands to the west, its front door wide open. The street continues north and south.

A llama is watching you from a pen at the side of the road. A mailbox is attached to the front of the pen.

There’s a notice here.

>pour llama treats in mailbox
It’s pretty obvious that you are a beginner at llama-feeding and do not know the ropes. You have two choices; one, you can go to the bookshop and buy a copy of Why Feed Your Llama The Easy Way? by Pablo “Che” Vicuna; and, two, you can just shove the whole ruddy thing through the mailbox and into the trough. You choose the latter method.

The llama sniffs at the open bag, emits a hateful little bleat of delight, and begins to chomp on the llama treats inside.

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Hmm, at the bank didn’t we have to try and do a change of address?  Is it possible to do at the counter?

Waiting for the llama to do something…

>z
Time passes.

The llama chomps eagerly on the llama treats.

>z
Time passes.

The snivelling, ratty and ineffectual nerd stumbles into view again. “There you are!” he whines. “I’ve got something I know you’ll want. A digital tooth meter! Only 76 bucks!”

>z
Time passes.

The nerd waves the digital tooth meter impatiently. “C’mon, buddy. 76 bucks! A bargain!”

>z
Time passes.

“No money, no digital tooth meter,” whines the nerd.

The llama pauses to bleat, then turns back to the llama treats.

>z
Time passes.

The nerd stumbles out of sight with the digital tooth meter. “I’ll be back,” he threatens.

>z
Time passes.

The llama is still eating the llama treats.

>z
Time passes.

The llama chomps eagerly on the llama treats.

>z
Time passes.

The llama pauses to bleat, then turns back to the llama treats.

>z
Time passes.

The llama is still eating the llama treats.

Back at the bank…

Teller #3

You are in The Fillmore Fiduciary Trust Bank at teller window number 3.

This window has a sign above it that says:
THIS WINDOW FOR ADDRESS CHANGES ONLY.

The teller at the window says, “Do you wish to file a change of address?”

>>yes
“Our records show that we already sent you a change-of-address form. We cannot allow more than one form to be outstanding for any one customer at any one time. I am only doing my job,” she says.

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Karlok - 05 September 2021 09:16 PM

You didn’t tell us about the different teller windows, Luhr. What are the other windows? Anything promising?

There are 10 windows. They change every time but there are windows for:
-Check cashing
-Deposits
-Withdrawals
-Change of address

The rest say “next window please”.

>x teller
She looks a bit like a bank teller but actually rather more like a travel agent.

>x watch
Your digital wristwatch says it’s Saturday, 11:21 am.

>s
Bank

>s
13 Utopia Avenue

>e
Hallway

You’re in a dark, dank, drab hallway. Grey, greasy stone stairs lead up, and an exit (the door long ago ripped off by drunken opera critics) leads west. There’s a closed door in the south wall.

>break door
Trying to destroy the door is not permitted in this story without prior written consent, in triplicate, from Infocom, Inc.

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>ring bell
You can’t see any bell here.

>knock on door
Somebody unlocks the door from the inside. “Come in, come in,” says an impatient voice, and the door opens a little.

>s
Flat

You’re in a dingy flat which smells of old tea bags. A blistered green door leads north.

A piece of mail, as yet undamaged by the collector, lies at your feet.

A mousy little wimp of a fellow is sitting at a table, snipping envelopes into tiny pieces, burrowing through the shredded paper, tittering mousily and grabbing at the stamps with his mousy little hands. The floor is littered with snipped-up paper.

The little man glances up as you enter. “Hi, mister. Can I help you?” he asks in a preoccupied tone.

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>x man
You see nothing interesting about the mousy man.

>x mail
You’ll have to pick it up first.

“As you can see, I’m very busy,” remarks the mousy man, gesturing at the pile of stamp albums. “I have to cut all the stamps and permits off today’s mail, and I still haven’t finished yesterday’s!”

>get mail
“Don’t touch!” scolds the mousy man, nudging the mail out of your reach. “Haven’t looked at that one yet.”

[Your blood pressure just went up.]

>ask man about mail
The mousy man snickers distractedly, but is too preoccupied with his stamps to really pay attention.

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