The Quest For Fiscal Greatness!
Launch--- the notorious, two-faced criminal that shifts personalities swiftly by a whimsy sneeze. She was a headache and a terror for her targets alike, nabbing pouches of cash and ensuing fear within the poor souls of her victims.
Yamcha--- the mythical Western Bandit. The grafting swordsmen that imposed his own unique acts of violence against any unfortunate wanderers in the Diablo Desert. These misdeeds easily went under the radar due to his 'irresistable' looks in contrast to Launch's agility and precision.
Tonight, they conjoin efforts against your house.
The time was 10:30 P.M, the sky gleaming down in a perfect Picasso-esque hue. It's always been so beautiful whenever twilight had dawned.
LAUNCH: "Alright, listen here, teammate. This house looks brand spankin' new, and it's got two stories. We're dealin' with some moderately rich folk this time, which means if we're gonna bag some money, it better be hefty!"
YAMCHA: he had always been the confused mess around women, so he obligated to that statement "R-righty! But, will we even question the logic of this? There's a house in the middle of one of the dryest places in the world!"
LAUNCH: "To you, it's absurd. But for me? We've practically struck diamond with this find! Now shut your trap and help me raid this man before he wakes up!"
YAMCHA: "O-okay...!"
The two turn toward the front of your substantial yet suburban home, and walk with entering the front door in mind. They were determined on jugging your dough into their pockets, one way or the other.
YAMCHA: he gets out a device "This'll help us get through the windows."
Yamcha suctions the device onto the window, and began to crank the handle by turning it counter-clockwise. After a few seconds, he plops the device out of the window, making a hole big enough for the both of them.
LAUNCH: she's impressed by Yamcha's thingamabobs "Sweet! Dueting with a tech whiz! This'll be smoother than I imagined it'd go... but--- hey! How come you have some fancy stuff like that when your gig is robbin' folks that enter the desert?"
YAMCHA: He was startled by her sudden and slightly aggressive questioning, but he would respond. "W-well, you can't always be too prepared! Just so happens that I have a glass-breaking device in my sack... when I just go after... well, you said everything I was going to-"
LAUNCH: "JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET INSIDE ALREADY!"
YAMCHA: "EEK!" And like a rat being chased by a cat, he leaped through the hole with Launch following suit. The two did fail to land swiftly onto their feet, but the flooring had dampened the auditory impact of their fall. The two got up and dusted off the suits, before taking an admiring look around your house by their position.
LAUNCH: "Told ya! We've struck diamond. All that's left to do is acquire that sweet cheddar and bail out of this joint before he's given enough time to suspect somethin's up."
YAMCHA: "I'll admit, I like your thinking! Really dulls down the complexities of my own missions."
LAUNCH: "I'm flattered yet impatient on this. Let's just go and grab the green."
And with that, the two began their search throughout your house.