PHEROMONE WITHDRAW

To see in the dark, the deepest dark, one needs the advanced ability to smell. Ants across the universe have honed this skill and utilize it to navigate their intricate tunnels beneath the soil. Leaving behind a trail of pheromones, the ants are able to find their way easily enough. Pheromones on the Outside of a colony are used to mark trails to food, or warn of danger. On the Inside however, well, there's plenty of leftovers. Especially in a certain ant colony, named aptly 'The Colony'. In the Colony, there is little use for trail pheromones, as the trails are usually well marked. So what becomes of the excess? Money. The ants of the Colony have adapted to use the spare pheromone as spare change.
Given the nature of the Colony, many of the ants therein find themselves with more pheromone than they can handle. By Theocratic Mandate, all ants within the Colony are to have reproductive or recreational sex when not working. The excess pheromone often leads to uncomfortably long sexual encounters for overly tired Workers. Thus, the Bank was opened. It had been a wonderful idea to tuck away all those pheromones, and get on with life. An ant, if he was so Blessed by ThePhredd -God of the Colony and Everything Else Probably- as to live long enough to see retirement, could relax in knowing that his pheromones were safely stowed. An ant could really rely on hisRRSP (even if that stood for Really Retarded Spending Permission).
When a bank teller received a customer, he or she would ask the amount of withdraw or deposit. Each pheromone was captured in a small glass vial, that was slid through tiny holes in the bank wall. Behind this, banker ants would file the vial accordingly inside the expansive Vault tunnel. There were other options as well, such as investments and stock options. However, few if any ants explored these options. The majority of customers died soon after depositing any pheromones, due to some act of god.

Zeg was the kind of ant who admired this set up. He was a faithful employee after all. At his both, Zeg worked tirelessly at helping customers to the best of his ability. Customers of all sorts would approach him asking for pheromones, and every time he would demand their antenna print. Often the customers were without an account, and it would be his duty to inform them that he could not give them pheromones unless they had already given him some. To which, he was often asked 'why would I give you pheromones?'. At this point, the security guard would kindly suggest a few painful reasons why. Other customers proved especially problematic; the Priests never understood the Bank, and questioned whether it was part of Phredd's 'plan'.
One such occasion, and curiously the last occasion, Priest Mil attempted to withdraw every pheromone in the Bank.
"Pardon?" Zeg asked, clicking his mandibles furiously. "Every pheromone?"
"Every one," replied Mil the Priest. "Is there a problem?"
"Er, may I have your antenna print?" Zeg insisted dutifully.
"There will be none of that, this is a stick up." Priest Mil handed the bank teller a gob of honey.
"I don't think we..." Zeg wiped placed the gob of honey on his dirt mound of a counter. "...do that sort of thing here."
Priest Mil didn't miss a beat. "Listen you, teller feller... I'll have the Boot smite you, if my request is not met."
Zeg glanced at the gob of honey. "Er, you see... That is... One moment. My manager can handle this."
"Good," Priest Mil huffed. After Zeg scuttled off to talk to another ant, Mil ate the gob of honey.
Zeg returned, followed by a thinner ant and a security ant.
"What seems to be the problem here?" asked the manager.
"I don't have my pheromones?" Mil suggested.
"Yes, we're aware of that," the manager agreed. "Why should we be giving you every pheromone? They belong to the citizens of this Colony. Ants slave all day to earn a minimal wage. They deserve to have their savings safe in our vaults. We are unprepared to negotiate anything else."
"The church demands you give us all funds!" Mil insisted. He thumped a foreleg on the counter. "The Phredd demands all pheromones!"
"Is that so?" the manager asked haughtily. "The Phredd is not here, and obviously cannot ask such a thing, I'm sorry."
Zeg was amused by this line for a few seconds until the roof caved in, followed by a giant foot. The Boot had come. It shifted around a few times, and then made a withdraw.