How To Rob A Bank Page #4

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- Really?

Try crinkling a paper bag over the

mouth piece next time. Works great...

So, what's the situation?

We're fine, unless you count being

locked in a vault...

with armed

a**holes outside the door.

- Excuse me?

- No, I didn't mean YOU people.

Excuse me?

Please don't tell me you're black

or something. I'd never, I...

I am.

May I speak with him this time?

- Hello?

- Yeah? Hello.

You're going to have to forgive my

friend here. He's confused.

Just an innocent mistake.

He's really quite a sweet guy...

but he's having a really bad day.

You know those days?

I understand. This is a

stressful situation...

for any civilian, mam.

I've seen it all before.

I am sure you have.

Your job must be fascinating!

Well... excuse me Miss,

who exactly are you?

You see, there's been a huge

misunderstanding...

You see I was accessing

my safety-deposit box...

when the alarm went off...

I was so frightened

and flustered...

when Jinx here ran in and...

Wait...

- Who the hell is Jinx?

- That'd be me, sir.

Please, continue.

So, in the ensuing confusion...

Jinx here mistook me for being

a part of the hold up...

did what a good man does

and took control of the situation.

But, we've cleared that up now...

and just want out of this awful vault

as soon as you can help us.

Ok miss, just hang in there.

Help is in progress.

Thanks.

I'm going to have

to call you back...

I think we're running

low on batteries.

So, what are you going to do?

F***! F***! F***! F***!

How's it going?

Not good. Not very good.

Not good at all.

I'm talking impasse, a serious

catch-22, a "Mexican stand-off."

Basically... We're f***ed!

How's that Allexor working out?

I dunno.

Prozac, XENIX, Wilburton...

just another serotonin

up-take inhibitor.

My doc thinks this'll work better...

I don't think it's working at all.

In fact, it's got me a touch speedy.

No worries, the "situation"

is in hand.

Okay.

- Which situation?

- Never mind.

Go watch the guard.

Do you mind having a look

at my gun first?

- What?

- My gun.

I think it's jammed again.

I took apart the clip-loader...

firing pin,

and reassembled the repeater...

But it's still jamming.

- And then you know...

- Just, go pretend to guard the guard.

No problem. Will do.

Sh*t.

It's about time!

Thank you...

that tape was really

beginning to kill my wrists.

I always keep my end of the deal.

A show of good faith, right?

So, what are we going to do here?

I don't know,

what are we going to do?

Seems like we're both

living now, huh?

A bit on the edge... for me.

But I gotta admit,

I kind of like the view.

Living?

What is it that you live to do?

As far as I can tell, this is it.

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