Slim was walking toward a bank. He had been riding in a car with one of his friends, plotting a robbery, but he was extra pissed at his friend for reminding him not to kill anyone..

He walked toward the door, opening it which caused a ringing noise from the bell above the door. He walked over towards the counter, where a pretty girl on her phone stood behind the counter.

“Yo, I’d like to make a deposit.” Slim lied smoothly, he had a glock stuffed under his baggy jeans.