Brain-Dead Boy glances back over his shoulder. There is a large black sedan double-parked in front of the bank with the engine running. There is a red bumper sticker on rear bumper that reads "Protected by MAFIA", and the license plate reads "GET-A-WAY". At the other end of the car is Officer O'Malley, with one foot propped on the front bumper, writing a ticket.
"Excuse me", says Brain-Dead Boy. "If the person who double parked their black sedan is in the bank, they might want to move the car quick, before Officer O'Malley finishes writing them a ticket for double parking."
The robber glances back at Brain-Dead Boy, takes a quick look at the red- haired teller in front of him, and pulls the gun out of his pocket.
"NOBODY MOVE!", he shouts. "EVERYONE FACE DOWN ON THE FLOOR."
Brain-Dead Boy looks at the robber. "I can't do that. If I'm going to get face down on the floor, I have to move. If I don't move, I can't get on the floor. Besides, this is really over-reaction to a simple parking ticket. It's not like it's a speeding violation."
"YOU!", the robber shouts again, gesturing at Brain-Dead Boy with his gun. He always seems to be shouting. "GET OVER HERE! I WANT YOU ON THE FLOOR WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!"
"Then, I can move?" asks Brain-Dead Boy.
"OK. Bye Now." Brain-Dead Boy quickly backs out the door while the robber starts shouting again, and waves his gun in the air.