“Give me your money or I’ll blow your head off!”

POV1

“We need the money, right?”

“Of course we do”

“This is crazy.”

“Just think that we are putting healthy pressure on the universe to return what is rightfully ours.”

“But like….”

“The universe let somebody steal Susan’s identity and drain her life funds, let Amy’s daughter get cancer, and my husband get convicted of embezzling money. What else are we going to do. Plus we’re not going to hurt anybody; they’re just beebee guns”

“Fine.”

“Alright, we’re in business. Amy, go get the whip.”

“You mean the minivan?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Susan, Amy, and Katie loaded up the van and whipped around town to the local bank. They put on their ski masks and traipsed on in.

“Give me all the money”

The bank teller was not amused.

“Is this sum kinda joke? No, OK ill get the money.”

They loaded up their bags full of Benjamin’s and skrted. And they were never caught, thanks universe.

POV2

It’s bad enough that these stupid Americans only remember be for being stupid enough to fly a kite with a key during a lightning storm and get electrocuted. But now, they abuse me. Like right now, a group of people with ski masks just stuffed me into the a bag that smells like cookies made for a PTA meeting or something. Into the minivan I go. Who knew a bunch of women could pull something off like this. I mean, if I were to imaging this story, a bunch of men would be robbing a bank with finely powdered wigs, not tube socks. They would have the finest rifles equipped with beyonettes, not these weird lookin’ metal thingies. But then again, I guess I’ve seen weirder things happen in my years. Why did I have to wake up after three-hundred years to this nonsense.