11-27-2020, 06:45 AM
It was just a day like any other...
"No shots fired unless necessary, got it?"
"Got it!"
"Repeat it!" he demanded.
"No shots fired unless necessary!" she recited.
"Who are you?"
"Pig One!" she said.
"Who am I?"
"Pig Two!" she continued.
"Time of engagement??"
"In and out - ninety seconds!" she stated.
Pig Two, locked and loaded with a sleek black Russian AK, moved to the van's back doors.
"If we are fired upon, engage and empty!" he said sternly.
"To the last shell!" she followed.
"Let's become Gods!" he yelled flinging the doors open and bailing out into the street.
Pigs One & Two were about to find their glory in this life. To the tune of ten million dollars.
They tear through the bank doors with guns poised for action to find an extremely disarming reality.
Frozen with a shocked confusion, they stand looking around at the twenty-odd customers scattered
the length and breadth of that bank; all wearing the same Halloween-style pig masks they had on.
Every plastic face turning to burn stares into the would-be bank robbers. And in one perfectly calculated
movement, they every single one draw a weapon and point in the Pigs direction.
"What the fuck do we do??" Pig One asked in a fearful tremor.
"Go to your mom's?" Pig Two replied.
It was just a day like any other...
"No shots fired unless necessary, got it?"
"Got it!"
"Repeat it!" he demanded.
"No shots fired unless necessary!" she recited.
"Who are you?"
"Pig One!" she said.
"Who am I?"
"Pig Two!" she continued.
"Time of engagement??"
"In and out - ninety seconds!" she stated.
Pig Two, locked and loaded with a sleek black Russian AK, moved to the van's back doors.
"If we are fired upon, engage and empty!" he said sternly.
"To the last shell!" she followed.
"Let's become Gods!" he yelled flinging the doors open and bailing out into the street.
Pigs One & Two were about to find their glory in this life. To the tune of ten million dollars.
They tear through the bank doors with guns poised for action to find an extremely disarming reality.
Frozen with a shocked confusion, they stand looking around at the twenty-odd customers scattered
the length and breadth of that bank; all wearing the same Halloween-style pig masks they had on.
Every plastic face turning to burn stares into the would-be bank robbers. And in one perfectly calculated
movement, they every single one draw a weapon and point in the Pigs direction.
"What the fuck do we do??" Pig One asked in a fearful tremor.
"Go to your mom's?" Pig Two replied.
It was just a day like any other...
