[ TT ] A group of bandits are holding up your town bank . You start to suspect that they do n't actually have guns and are just pointing their fingers under their coats .

`` EVERYBODY GET THE F*** ON THE GROUND'' 
 Oh shit... I thought, this is a stick up! Four men strode in through the door wearing trench coats black as night. Masks covered their face, weapons concealed behind the coats. They strode down the aisle, with their guns poking behind the black coats. A thought passed my mind; my god, It looks like all four of them have massive erections... A slight laugh protruded from my lips. 
 `` WHO THE F*** SAID THAT, WE SAID SHUT UP!'' 
 Shit, I once again thought, that almost got me killed... 
 Or did it. I examined the situation again. I never did see actual guns. Only assumed they had them. Matter of fact, why conceal them. It made no sense, what was the benefit. A brief flow of heroism flooded through me as I pictured my face on the cover of New York Times. I stood up and yelled `` they do n't even have...'' 
 The nearest man in black whipped around, ripped back one flap of his trench coat, reveled a revolver and pumped 3 shots into my chest... 
 
 Fuck I've never been more wrong.
