((You can’t deny that being a criminal pays. After a long day of committing a lengthy string of crimes ranging from armed robbery to tax evasion, you headed down to your local mob bar for a drink. You left the bar after drinking your fill of lager and walked towards your car. As you were about to open the door, you felt the cold barrel of a gun against your back.))

Jamie snickers as he pushes you against the car, his gun still pointed at your back. — I wouldn’t move if I were you.