When I lived in Germany before cell phones, I sold a ’67 Mustang to a guy. He treated it as a drug deal to avoid paying taxes.

He came to get the car and immediately after that he was leaving to go to Disney World.

He left his vacation money in my car, where we counted the money.

I got home 5 minutes away and found his money pouch.

Chased him on the autobahn and finally caught him 100 kilometers down the road (60 miles).

Your guy just printed too much earlier.