Arnold searched the house for the money, weapons, clothes, and the key to his parents' car. During the search, Paul began to scold Arnold.

"Look at my face!" Paul screamed. "Ah, it hurts like hell."

"I'm sorry Paul," Arnold responded.

"Sorry ain't gonna heal this cut on my face! Your stupidity did this to me and I don't think it's gonna go away."

"Paul, please stop talking."

"What did you say? WHAT DID YOU SAY? You have no right to tell me when to stop talking. I own you! Don't you ever forget that!"

"YOU JUST KILLED MY PARENTS!" Arnold screamed out loud. "They think I did it, but I had no control. Look at what happened! They were the only ones I had left and you took them away from me! They loved me." Paul paused for a moment.

"Dummy, you never had them. They were holding you back and making you the wus you are now. They just replaced you after deciding you weren't good enough. You call that love? They hated you! Now I'm going to give you one chance to apologize for talking back to me."

Arnold paused for a longer time. Then he broke down in tears as the full weight of what just happened hit him like a truck.

"I-I'm sorry!" Arnold cried. "I'm so sorry."

"Well you could have done without the tears," Paul said, "but it's a start."

After Arnold found enough money, the car keys, and a gun with backup ammunition, he drove away in his parents' car. He then went to a grocery store to buy himself food. After paying for the food, he realized that the money he took wasn't nearly enough to last him for more than a couple days. Arnold knew he couldn't return to the scene of the crime, so he decided that he had to steal the money.

After leaving the grocery store, Arnold drove to a Jewelry store. It was already midnight, so there weren't many people around and most stores were closed. But this store was open for a long time this night. Arnold got out of the car and hid his gun in his coat pocket as he walked into the store. No one else was inside except the store owner looking bored at his current job.

"Hello sir," the owner said with a smile rapidly and artificially entering his face, "how may I help you." Arnold approached him.

"Hello Bill," Arnold said quietly seeing the owner's nametag. "I would like all of the money in your cash register." Arnold then pulled out his gun and pointed it at Bill.

"Aw shucks," Bill said, "Usually when my store gets robbed, at least it's by a sexy cat burglar in a dominatrix suit."

He opened the cash register and pulled out the money at a slow pace to which Arnold didn't seem to mind.

"I'm sorry that I have to do this," Arnold said, "but I literally have less than twenty dollars total at the moment."

"I understand," Bill said. "Guy's gotta make a living."

Just as Bill said that, Arnold then got hit with a sudden and unexpected jolt to his head.

Later, Arnold woke up tied to a chair. He immediately wondered what just happened, only to recall the robbery without knowing why he fell unconscious and ended up being held captive. He then noticed three guys with their backs turned toward him in the large office he was being held in.

"Wh-where's Paul?" Arnold asked loudly. The guards turned around.

"Oh you mean that Scarface puppet?" one of the guards responded.

"Dummy, help me!" Paul shouted in a scream that only Arnold could hear.