"Well done guys," Ratchet praised his robotic canines when they returned to his workshop. His employees didn't say a word as he took the bags of money. Clearing his throat, one brave soul, a mastiff, stepped forward and asked, "Sir, why did you have us build robot dogs to rob a bank?"

"All in the name of revenge," Ratchet replied. Turning around, he whipped out a gun. Everyone quickly backed away from their boss. Laughing wickedly like he had heard the greatest joke of all time, the English bulldog looked over a sea of workers. "You can go home now," he informed them.

A huge sigh of relief.

"And never come back," Ratchet continued. Confused, the Dalmatian asked, "What do you mean?" Smiling at his employee, the bulldog explained, "I'm glad you asked. You're all fired." Gasps went around the room. Shaking slightly, the Dalmatian exclaimed, "Please, you can't do that! I have a wife and fifteen kids at home! This is the only way we're able to get money so we can have food in our bellies and a roof over our heads!"

"Don't worry, I'll give your family compensation money," Ratchet said reassuringly. Without warning or another word to any of his employees, he lifted his gun and fired. Cries rose from the crowd while the Dalmation fell to the floor with a bullet wound in his heart. Pointing his gun at the rest of his employees, the bulldog asked, "Any other complaints?"

Everyone shook their heads fearfully.

"Good, now get out," Ratchet growled. The room was empty of whimpering employees in a matter of seconds. Picking up the dead body of the Dalmatian, the bulldog tossed into the incinerator. Turning to his robots, he murmured, "Let's get to work."