"You can't be real. I made you up," said Dan Stupinski.
"I assure you that I am very real," said Luigi Vampa, no longer fictional. "And I appreciate all of the money even if it is stolen. Likewise, I appreciate your creating my identity as the person to own such wealth. Really, very generous."
Enraged, Dan responded, "I deserve the millions; they are mine, asshole. Those people were dumb enough to let me have it. I played basketball at Moravia University, and I coached their no talent kids in basketball. I'm entitled."
Luigi Vampa laughed. "Dan, Dan, I am not angry with you. But for your greed I wouldn't exist, at least not in my current form."
"I must be dreaming," said Dan nervously.
"I assure you, you are not, but I need to tie up some loose ends now. And you, Dan, are a lose end."
Luigi Vampa killed Dan, and he carried his body on a yacht bought by Dan's ill-gotten gains--now Luigi Vampa's gains--and dumped him 80 miles off the Georgia coast. "Thanks again, Dan, I owe it all to you. Who says their's no sympathy for the Devil?"