Exploit

Marcus couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had been an accident - it couldn't have possibly been on purpose, with how strange the procedure had been. He had been trying to organize his room, just moving things from one place to another, changing his mind repeatedly and replacing things that he had just moved. He couldn't count how many times he had opened and closed his drawers. But somehow, in doing so, he had found a way to simply break the fabric of reality.

For his birthday a few months ago, his grandfather had given him a one hundred dollar bill. It was the only one he had, and he had been reluctant to use it - both because it wasn't something that he got very often, and because he didn't know what he would use it on. But upon opening his drawer this last time, he was looking down at two of the bill. He was certain that there had only been one before - that wasn't something that he could have forgotten, and he had moved the bill itself at  least a dozen times prior, and there had only ever been one.

Carefully he retraced his steps, moving the same items the same number of times between the same spots as best as he could remember. It took a few tries, but eventually he opened the drawer and found four bills instead of two. He had no idea how he was doing it, but he was literally doubling them each time he went through the procedure. He could do it indefinitely. He could be rich.

But that gave him another idea. He grabbed a shirt and replaced the bills with it, going through the same steps that he had before. And when he was done, the shirt had been doubled.

He could do it with anything. Food, drinks, clothes, money, anything. He would never have to work a day in his life. Never have to take any effort to do anything again. As long as he could remember the steps, he was set for life. And he wasn't likely to forget them any time soon - he fully intended to do this every day for the rest of his life.

He didn't know how exactly it worked. He didn't know if it was his specific dresser that did it, or why all the steps were necessary, or if anyone could do it and he was just the first to find out about it. All he knew was that it worked, and he was going to abuse the hell out of it.