So a wizard and a crab monster walk into a bar...

[sorcerersupreme]

WHO: Doctors Strange and Zoidberg
WHERE: The West 4th Street branch of Chase Bank
WHEN: Friday, June 8th. Sometime mid-morning.
WARNINGS: Zoidberg?
SUMMARY: Stephen finally gets John's bank account situation sorted out. After at least a year.
FORMAT: ACTION SPAM FIGHT ME

[Stephen straightens his tie, looking somewhere between bored and indignent at being forced to wait in the bustling lobby of the bank. In the seat next to him is Zoidberg in his ever-present lab coat, sandals, and large sun hat. Fortunately by this point, Stephen is pretty used to Zoidberg's eccentricities, even if the various tellers and bank patrons present keep eying them oddly.]

John, stop fidgeting. The man said he'd see us in a moment.

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[crabulous]

[Zoidberg snaps his claws anxiously. This is a new experience for him, he's never been in a bank to see after his very own funds before.]

But Stephen, I am very nervous. What if they turn me away?

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[Stephen quirks an eyebrow at that. According to the employee records, Zoidberg's checks were forwarded to a Chase account. Even if this isn't his home branch, they shouldn't have any grounds to turn him away.

Other than Zoidberg being a smelly crab... alien thing... in a sunhat, of course, but that would just be petty.]

They won't turn you away, you're an account holder.

[Just as the words leave his mouth, a man in khakis and a blue button up appears out of one of the little glass offices. "Dr. Zoidberg?", the man calls toward them and Stephen nods at John and starts to get up.]

[crabulous]

That is like being a member of their fancy club, yes?

[There is hope in that little crabby face. Look at it, Doc!]

Ooooooh! That's me! I'm Doctor Zoidberg!

[He springs to his feet and scuttles over to the bank representative.]

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[Stephen follows calmly, ignoring the rather odd expression on the clerk's face. Apparently despite the general weirdness of the village, they don't get crab monsters on a regular enough basis for it not to effect him a little.

When they sit down, the clerk makes a little bit of small talk before asking what all they're there for. Stephen shows him Zoidberg's work documents, on which he's circled Zoiderg's account number.]

So you see, my friend here has an account and has been receiving both his imPort stipend and a modest paycheck every week for, well, quite a long time now. We'd simply like to get him regular access to his account. Perhaps a debit card, for convenience's sake.

[crabulous]

[The banker seems confused by this still, if only because he isn't sure why no one had caught on to this issue for nearly two years. But he nods politely throughout the explanation, keeping his eyes fixed on Strange. Zoidberg meanwhile stares at the man with large, saucer-like eyes and a big, stupid, tentacley smile as the clerk readies the necessary documents.]

Look at that, Stephen! My account has nearly $6000 in it! At last! I'm wealthy!

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[Well, that's surprising. But then, Zoidberg had been in the City for quite some time, and he had been collecting regular paychecks on top of that, however minimal they might be. ]

Indeed, Zoidberg. You're quite comfortable, it seems.

[Stephen turns back to the clerk, and inquires about an ATM card. While he's not the biggest fan of plastic as a means of payment, those things can be very useful.]

To what address would you like your card sent?

[crabulous]

[Oh dear. There's that look of complete and utter confusion again.]

You mean, where is Friend Hood's warehome located, yes?