Robbing You

My business partner and I are present at your location, approaching you on foot. Once we are standing before you, we point our pistols at your face and say: “Lift up both your hands and keep them high.” Then we search your pockets and steal everything we find. Then we punch you. “Who the hell do you think you were dealing with,” we say. Then we say: 

“Hand over all the money that you have in your bank accounts, or we will shoot you in the eye. Give it up, O childhood friend. These guns are not fake toys which we are holding: no, they are truly capable of firing bullets out.”

Then my business partner and I run over yonder into the alleyway. “Excuse me,” my business partner says to me, while pointing to a person who is standing nearby, “isn’t that our childhood friend’s sister Sandra?” Then he addresses her directly: “Sandra, please help us escape from this predicament.”

“Pardon my French,” I say, after muttering an oath, “I just spilled my drink.”

“Leave it, Bry,” says my business partner: “We need to go — we’re in a hurry: Sandra’s waiting.”

“Yeah, but that was a high-quality beverage that I just lost, and I was planning on sipping it,” I say. 

“Bry.”

“What?”

“Stop clowning around.”

“I’m not joking,” I say; “look: my glass dropped, and now it is shattered.”

“Bry.” (My business partner makes a stern face.)

“Alright, fine; I’ll leave it,” I say. 

Now a scene of wild action begins. There are fast cars and shopping carts: everybody’s chasing us, catching up and speeding alongside us like we’re in a race. We see flashing lights from a police car beaming in our rear-view mirror. The cops now overtake us. But my business partner and I leap out of our vehicle and begin to dash through the forest. We sprint around the border of our old neighborhood, then begin to ascend the mountain.

“Continue climbing,” says my business partner: “Don’t stop to rest.”

Now we reach the mountain’s peak. “Look at all this hoary frost,” I exclaim.

“It’s very pretty,” my business partner admits.

Then we inspect the bush that is growing here, and we notice that there are nightingales within it.