[ PI ] Start with any of the short sad , serious , tearjerker story prompts ; then add a sentence which completely ruins the mood .

All three of them were there. The old man Gwent, the 20-something baker Dave, and the middle-aged ex-Army man Enrique. The night air was uncomfortably moist on their skin, and they all wanted to hurry up and get the job done. They all parked their cars at different sides of the parking lot, and met near the van, whose white paint was starting to yellow. One of the hubcaps was missing and the letters naming the vacuuming company were severely faded away. 
 
 `` You two get situated in the back. Suit up on the way there,'' Gwent said. 
 
 The two men opened the rear doors of the van and saw three heavily-armored bodysuits inside. `` Man, they still got the suit in here for Blake,'' Dave said. 
 
 `` Yeah, let's just get over it and suit up. Blake's dead, alright?'' Enrique said casually. 
 
 Gwent started up the van, and out puffed a thick, milky, cloud of smoke from the tailpipe. He checked the glovebox for the papers. If pulled over, and asked, `` Where's your license plates at?'' by an eager cop, Gwent could show him the papers, stating the van was purchased within 30 days ago. The cop would let them go, and they would all let their heart rates decrease a little bit. 
 
 The van started moving. It went out of the parking lot, avoided the highway, and instead chose a dirt road behind the urban commercial lots. None of them felt confident, not since Blake got his internal organs destroyed on the last job. 
 
 `` Knock knock,'' Gwent said. 
 
 `` Who's there?'' Enrique said. 
 
 `` The interrupting cow.'' 
 
 `` The interru-'' 
 
 `` Mooooo!'' 
 

