Today, Ziggy experiences firsthand the sad abuses of the consumer culture, held hostage in this drab financial institution until such time as he can pony up enough cash to buy his freedom. I'd imagine that what follows plays out a bit like 2004's The Terminal, only without so many gift shops and restaurants to subsist upon. Ziggy, having dropped in to the bank merely for directions, will now finally be forced to resort to a hunter-gatherer lifestyle for which he is entirely unprepared. He will die cold and alone in the corner by the Skittles machine.
Judging by the guard's position, I'd like to imagine that he honks Ziggy's nose immediately after finishing his sentence.
(Possible additional themes: Abuse of authority, What it means to "escape")
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