Location: Inside a busy bank. Max, a scruffy and clearly unprepared robber, stands nervously in front of the teller with a worn-out ski mask and an old revolver that barely works. The employees and customers are all completely uninterested, sarcastic, and totally unfazed by his attempt.

Max (shaky voice, holding the gun up): "Alright, everyone, this is a robbery! Give me all your money, or... or I'll shoot!"

Bank Teller (rolling eyes, completely unimpressed): "Yeah, sure, buddy. A robbery with that? You want a fucking handout too while you're at it?"

Max (frustrated, raising his voice): "I said, give me the fucking money! Don't make me use this!"

Customer 1 (scoffing, not even looking up from their phone): "Jesus, man, could you be any more pathetic? What is this, amateur hour?"

Bank Teller (sighing, flipping through some papers): "Why don’t you just go rob a Dollar Tree? You couldn’t even pull that off right."

Max (desperate): "Shut the fuck up! I’m serious! I’ll fucking—"

Security Guard (leaning against the wall, not moving an inch): "Yeah, man, you’ll what? Misfire and shoot yourself in the foot? That gun’s older than my grandma."

Max (sweating, losing his confidence): "Fuck all of you! Just give me the fucking cash!"

Customer 2 (laughing): "Look at this idiot, can’t even rob a damn bank right. How about you try a lemonade stand next time, genius?"

Bank Teller (mocking): "Yeah, maybe you’ll make enough for a bus fare outta town. But not here, pal. We don’t give shit to morons."

Max (furious, waving the gun around): "Goddammit, I’m not playing!"

Security Guard (chuckling): "You’re right, you’re not. You look like a fucking joke. How do you expect to rob anything with that sorry-ass look?"

Max (almost pleading now): "I’m serious, okay! Hand over the money!"

Bank Teller (yawning): "You serious? You look like you walked out of a thrift store robbery tutorial. What next, a fucking balloon gun?"

Customer 1 (muttering to themselves): "Guy thinks he's in some action movie. Too bad it’s a fucking flop."