So turns out Trevor takes Dementia down to Sandy Shores, trying to decide what to do for a first date. Dementia encourages him to rob a nearby RV house. Trevor isn't sure he's in the mood, so she playfully calls him a chicken. ''No one calls me chicken without goading me into doing something stupid!'' Trevor cried, and grabs a AK47 he keeps under the backseat of his red Bodhi and he runs into the trailer, where shooting is heard and Ron Jakowski is heard screaming.
Shortly after Trevor Phillips runs back out with a trash bag full of valuables and jumps into his truck with Dementia and they drive off as Ron hops out of the trailer, tied to a chair. ''you could of had just taken it! It's your own house!''
''It's a love thing Ronald!'' Trevor cried happily, leaning out and shooting around Ron but never hitting him, making him and Dementia laugh as they speed off.
On the road Dementia happily throws some of the stolen jewelry in the air. ''I'm so happy!'' she cried, and suddenly starts kissing Trevor. ''Finally. Some excitement.'' she said, and continues kissing him.
Trevor's thoughts; Wow, I guess violence is her only turn-on.. Well, there might be others, but I'm too lazy to figure out what they are. So violence it is!
Dementia finally pulls away, sounding disappointed. ''Oh, this kiss is missing something.'' she said, sitting back on the front passenger seat. Without a word Trevor fires the AK47 into the air which hits a nearby cropduster, hitting the pilot who falls down screaming, crashing into a barn which immediately explodes.
Dementia immediately hugs him ''Oh, Trevor, you know just what a girl likes.''
''Heehee, tonights gonna be fun.'' Trevor chuckled.
Trevor and Dementia exit out of a convenience store, both opening fire at all the windows. Dementia has a MicroSMG and both have classic ski masks.
''Why are you shooting at us?! We cooperated fully!'' a voice cried fearfully.
''It's a sex thing!'' Dementia called out.
Say no more!'' the same voice replied, suddenly more happy.
That night the two heard giving loud sex, which sounds more like screams of terror and agony. Ron, who's trailer is next door is staring up the sky in his bed, basically traumatized.
Dementia; SHOVE THE BOTTLE UP MY ASS!
Trevor; Oh god, everything hurts!
Dementia; You know you love it!
''I really need to move away.'' Ron groaned.
THE NEXT DAY;
"Alright! Put the money in the bag! PUT IT IN!" Trevor screamed in the PlatoBay bank, wearing a potato shack over his face, but the eye holes are seen on the wrong side leaving him blind. Furthur proved by the fact he's not even facing the bank teller and is yelling at a empty wall.
"Uhh, sir, your facing the wrong way." Said the bank teller with a bored voice. Dementia is the background, seen using a brown paper bag as her mask, it even says ''Burgershot'' on it, and her eyesholes barely big enough, as she can only barely see. Both masks made extra weird by the fact they had perfectly fine ski masks on them. Guess they thought mixin up masks would throw off the cops, as they also changed outfits.
"Oh" Trevor said, and turns over. And turns the bag around, he forgot to use the side with the eye holes.
"ALRIGHT, SHOW ME THE MONEY!" Trevor screamed.
"Will that be checking over saving, sir?" Asked the bank teller.
"Uhh, savings." Trevor said.
"Can I see some ID?"
"Uhh sure" Trevor said, giving the Teller his ID, which is shown to belong to Steve Heines. But Trevor crudely taping picture of himself over Steve's face, you can even see the tape outlines. And still says Steve's name.
"Mr Heines, you are showing a balance of zero dollars and zero cents in this account." The bank teller said.
''Oh...'' Trevor said, kinda embarressed.
''Next?''