[ WP ] [ EU ] A group of very experienced bank robbers rob a famous bank in Metropolis , however one of the people making a deposit is Clark Kent .

`` We'll run through this one last time,'' 1 says. `` 2, you're with me on vault. 3 and 4, you go straight for the tellers. No fucking silent alarms today, you got it? 5 and 6, crowd control. Everybody know what they're doing?'' 
 
 We nod. 
 
 `` Alright,'' 1 says. `` Let's get paid.'' He racks his shotgun and violently slides the van door open. 
 
 Even with the goalie masks on the light is blinding. I hold my submachine gun tight as we run across the cracked concrete and through the revolving doors into First National. This is my favorite part. 
 
 `` THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY,'' 1 shouts. `` EVERYBODY ON THE FUCKING GROUND.'' 
 
 People turn and look. There's always that moment after you first start shouting that no one reacts. People think that if they do n't accept it, it's not real. We put them straight pretty quick. 
 
 `` GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND,'' I shout at some middle-aged yuppie dipshit in glasses. He's staring at me with his mouth open. I point the submachine gun at him and he wises up fast. 
 
 3 and 4 run to the front of the bank and leap over the counter. 1 starts shouting at the tellers. `` ANYONE WHO HITS A SILENT ALARM GETS A FUCKING BULLET. WE GOT ANY FUCKING HEROES TODAY?'' He aims the shotgun. Together with our goalie masks and gray overalls its terrifying for the employees. They back away from the counters, and the alarms. 
 
 1 grabs 2 and they run to the back. I'm on crowd control with 5. I turn back to the yuppie in glasses. `` YOU GON NA BE A FUCKING HERO?'' I shout, pointing the gun at him. He's not; the guy is ten seconds from pissing his pants. I'm doing this for everyone's benefit though, he's just the lucky guy who gets to help. `` HEY 5, I THINK WE GOT A FUCKING HERO...'' 
 
 `` We got a runner!'' 5 shouts. I turn. Some pussy in a suit and glasses is having a panic attack and making a break for it. He's heading for a hallway in the back. `` FUCKERS DEAD,'' I shout, and take off after him. 
 
 I see this guy disappear around the corner. I'm running full speed with my submachine gun. I'm the hunter, he's the hunted. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I make like a cheetah over my marble Serengeti, and turn the corner, and run into a wall. 
 
 I bounce back, crumple and hit the floor. Feels like I've got a fucking concussion. My head is foggy as I lift my eyes to see what I just hit, and I see blue tights and a red `` S'' and oh jesus fucking christ the horror rolls over me like a cold wave. It's the fucking alien. 
 
 It's looking at me with these cold, black eyes and holy shit I get up and start running. `` SUPERMAN,'' I shout. `` ITS FUCKING...'' 
 
 I feel a vise grip latch on to the back of my overalls and then an impossibly strong arm lifts me up in the air until I'm six feet over the ground, and it's like an I-beam has been welded straight into my back, that's how strong and unforgiving the alien's grip is. 
 
 I pissed myself. I'll admit it. You can laugh, but you have no fucking idea what that feels like, so I do n't give a fuck. Laugh. Then go rob a bank, and see if you do n't shit your pants when It shows up. 
 
 The alien fucking levitates into the lobby holding me in Its grip above the marble ocean and I just wait for It to drop me into those purple waves, but It's looking around. It sees 5. 5 fucking drops his gun and runs out the door. I do n't blame the guy. 
 
 3 has got some stones. He actually shoots the fucking thing. The bullets do n't hurt it, though. It just looks back like Its not even angry that 3 just lit It up with a submachine gun, and then it fucking melts the gun with a laser beam from Its eyes. Sanity alternatively weeps and laughs. 4 screams and raises his gun, but It melts that, too, and then It finally fucking drops me from ten feet and I fall and crash through the marble floor into the cold water and I sleep. 
 
 *Mr. Greene, it's time for your visit with the doctor. * 
 
 I do n't want to see the shrink, I want more fucking drugs. 
 
 *I'm going to take you down the hall now, Mr. Greene. * 
 
 Laugh if you want. I do n't give a fuck.
