NARRATOR: In a rather small, deserted bank on the outskirts of Nowhere, a rather bored teller by the name of Roger sits behind his counter with a rather annoyed look on his face as a rather old, high-class rich woman steps snootily towards the counter.
ROGER: How may I help you today miss? (Trying to be polite.)
OLDY: you can help me by first addressing me as ma'am young man.
(The two continue to talk a little too quietly to hear. A customer walks in and as to wait in line where he begins to look irritated. The two continue to whisper as the narrator goes on.)
NARRATOR: In order to keep his job, Roger has to deal with people like this a lot.
OLDY: Well thank you for all your help, even if it is not the best of services. (She walks away, readjusting her handbag.)
(Another customer walks in and stares at her oddly.)
CUSTOMER A: (Approaches the counter.) Hello.
ROGER: (Sighs.) Good morning.
(The second customer waits patiently in line as Oldy gradually moves to the door.)
NARRATOR: In order to keep his job, Roger has to at least try to stay sane.
(A tall man in purple and green attire suddenly bursts through the door - and begins to laugh.)
NARRATOR: And the man with the tinted green hair, a white painted face and bright red lips, which smeared and cracked in odd places, could be no other than – you guessed it – Robby!
ROBBY: (Proceeds, smiling, to pull two double-barreled shotguns out of his green suit coat.) WHY SO SERIOUS?! (He screams and smiles maniacally. Pointing the two weapons at the crowd before him.)
NARRATOR: His stunned audience stares wide-eyed at their seemingly insane attacker. – Hey what a great tie! That's such a nice blue!
ROBBY: Alright! Everyone on the ground. (He growls.) Bank teller! (He sings crazily.) Get me the money, (His voice changes into a harsh snarl.) and you might survive.
NARRATOR: As Roger reaches for the big bag of cash that conveniently sat under the counter, he trembles.
(Roger begins to hand Robby the bag, Robby snatches it out of his hands.)
ROBBY: (He clips one of his guns back into his jacket once more.) Why thanks. (He attaches the bag to his belt. He shows his teeth and points his other gun at Roger.)
ROGER: (Frightened.) Ah!
ROBBY: (Pulls the trigger.) Guess not.
(The remaining hostages scream – Robby does so mockingly along with them.)
NARRATOR: Uh Oh.
ROBBY: Hah! (He slides across the counter towards Oldy who gasps, scared out of her mind.)
ROBBY: (Takes out a knife and puts it to Oldy's mouth.) Wanna know how I got these scaaaars? (He smiles.)