A grand and crazy fight scene ensued, and it was just fucking great.
Once it was over, the combatants all settled down and decided that all Jorgio really needed was a stern talking to about the dangerous of trying to confuse people in their local pub, and Jorgio nodded along, understanding nothing, until Maxwell really did decided that enough was enough and ordered his bouncer - Stefan - to throw them all out by the scruff of their big, crazy space suits.
The crew scurried away to the basement of a nearby abandoned warehouse to regroup.
"So, Skullman, what do you think?"
Skullman grinned wickedly, his gold tooth flickering in the candlelight.
"Easy - like taking candy from a baby and laughing in its baby face. The place is no bank, the vault is in the back, but it's hardly locked up tight. Just think, there's enough gold bars in there to buy some pretty high quality gold jewellery, and it's a steal. Back in my days as a professional bank robber, I used to use a trick where you cut a huge hole in the roof, just above the vault. When Maxwell comes out to see what the fuck's going on, we sneak in and clean the place out!"
Jun and Barry smiled at each other - they knew one day, Skullman's criminal past would save them, they just had no idea that it would help them conduct a crime.
"Alright, here's the plan...
Jorgio, you'll be the muscle. When Maxwell and Stefan begin to get suspicious, you knock them out and gag them - take whatever weapons you need."
Jorgio nodded, and caressed his paper shotgun.
"I'm the specialist. I'll cut the hole in the roof with my trusty Swiss army knife, and keep you all co-ordinated from the crow's nest. Jun and Barry, you're the greasemen. You sneak in under the cover of darkness, and put all the gold into some sacks or something, and then get the hell out of them. Me and Jorgio will clean up afterwards."
Barry winked at a nearby jukebox, and some fantastic heist music started to play.