Two Paupers in a Pod

Cathy and I have slowly yet oh-so surely come to the conclusion that neither one of us have money. We are considering the various options at hand: Cathy, being a legal EU citizen, toys with getting a job at Burger King or McDonalds. Being illegal for the time being, my only options are drug dealer or prostitute, forcing me down a further path of illegality. One shining ray of hope emerges in this dark and penniless times, however: we stumble across a ridiculously cheap supermarket and are able to continue eating. We swim in seas of 30 cent pasta, 60 cent loaves of bread and 40 cent bags of chips, hoping to stay afloat till our jobs kick in.