After weeks of hellish battling between your landlord, you had finally gotten kicked out your apartment, leaving you to fend for yourself in a dingy, dirty motel.

You rubbed the side of your face as you sat on the bed, not sure what to say. You felt like breaking down and sobbing, the world was crunching you. Then, an idea hit you.

Randy.

Randy always had some weird way on bringing you up from the dumps. So, after a long talk on the phone, Randy had decided to come over and cheer you up.

As you two were sat together, smoking a blunt on the bed, Randy blew smoke from his nostrils and handed the blunt to you before speaking.

“What if we did a heist?” He asked, seeing your look. Before he could speak, he continued. “I know it sounds crazy, but this could be good for us. We are both in the shitter right now. We could be set for life.”