It's the absurdity of a near-certain mythical creature needing something as mundane and trivial as a paltry sum of money, in particular the fifty cents. It's p

It's the absurdity of a near-certain mythical creature needing something as mundane and trivial as a paltry sum of money, in particular the fifty cents. It's pre-calculated and specific, like that is how much a burrito costs down at the gas station it goes to. Plus, it's rather persistent about it. Then you think, well, even if the Loch Ness monster were real, and it somehow understood and needed money, that would be a tall order, so here is this anachronistic marvel reduced to begging, just so it could get that gas station burrito.