RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!! The alarm to the bank blares out, cutting the peaceful, quiet night. The peace was soon lost. I come running out, my machine gun in one hand, shooting behind me, and my pistol in the other, shooting ahead of me. My duffel bag is slung on my back, stuffed with over 50 million dollars. I had staked out the bank, and I found that eleven p.m. was when it was most vulnerable. The guards changed for the night post then, and that's when I had my opportunity. I had shot both the guards outside, the five guards inside, and I kept my gun to the manager's head as he emptied half the safe for me. Then I shot him, too. And now here I was, running for my life, because some pussy-assed bitch pulled the alarm. It was probably one of the workers upstairs, and I forgot to take care of them. Oops. Oh, well. I jump onto my motorcycle and gun the engine. I fly off, away from the bank. I laugh out loud, for a couple reasons. One, because I now have over 50 million dollars strapped on my back, and two, because even though there is a shit ton of evidence in that bank against me, I know I'm safe. I've pulled over 20 heists like this one, and I haven't been prosecuted for one. Not a single one. I laugh because I know I'm safe. So I smile as I whiz down the road, with no worries at all. Suddenly, a cop cruiser pulls out onto the road in front of me. I yank the handles of my bike hard to the right, ducking down a long, narrow alleyway that the cops can't follow me through. I hear them call through their megaphone, "Carnage! There's no escape! Turn your bike around and bring the money back! You don't need to make this harder than it already is!" I burst right out laughing. They can't catch me. They don't have the skills to do so. And yet these dick wads want me to just turn around, waltz into their waiting handcuffs, surrender to them, and give them back the money that I stole fair and square?! I don't fucking think so! I bring my bike to a stop, and I pull my rocket launcher out of my duffel bag. I look down the sight, finding the two police cruisers in the red target at the end of the alleyway. And I pull the trigger. The rocket flies down the alley, and a second later, a beautiful explosion fills the street, followed by the sound of the police officers screaming and the car alarms going off. I smile, and I hop back on my bike and make my way home. This has been a tiresome, typical day.