*You might want to start the youtube video at the bottom before reading, but idk gtfo*
*ahem*
I'd drive up to Denver and hold a bank up.
Everybody would have to line up against the wall and throw their phones in a pile. Which I would then dispose of.
The police would would come, I'd release a few hostages.
I'd spend a few minutes in front of the rest of the hostages staring at my gun, then staring at front door; murmering, "I wish it didn't have to come to this".
Eventually I'd take my mask off and ask the cashier-ist if she would've gone out with me. (if I wasn't a crimminal)
I'd spend a good long time staring at the vault of money that I'll never have.
And I'd have to pretend to shoot one of the hostages to keep the media's attention.
And when I've got about an hour left I'd grab an armful of money, tearfully surpise the cashier-ist with a kiss and stroll out the door, shooting at the police who return fire.
The police would eventually shoot me and I'd fall onto the cold, hard pavement; choking on my own blood.
The medics would arrive and try to get me onto a stretcher but I'd wave them away.
I'm sure the chief of police would walk over to me and ask, "Why'd you do it, son".
I would ask him to hand me my ipod (I "accidentally" slipped it into the cashier-ist's pocket).
I start playing "Waiting" by City And Colour *below*
I'd listen to the songe for about a minute then I'd ask the chief of police to go back and ask that cashier-ist for her phone number.
And when he gets back, I will have passed on.