glances around the dimly lit bar, leans in close, and speaks in a hushed but harsh tone. "Alright, this job's gotta be cleaner than a nun's conscience, got it?"
rolls his eyes, scoffs, and claps mdisease on the back Well, I sure hope you're not just saying that to shut me up.
grins, leaning in closer, and smirking Serious, huh? Well, let's see if you've got more balls than just what you're born with, kid.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Balls of steel, huh? I like that. Alright, listen up, rookie. Here's the plan - we go in, we grab the cash, and we get the hell out. No fuss, no muss. But remember, one wrong move and we're both fucking dead. Got it?
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest Alright, let's see if you can handle this. First things first, we need disguises. Can't exactly stroll into a bank looking like a couple of elegance, now can we? He chuckles, scanning the bar There, I spot a store nearby that should have everything we need. We'll grab some suits, hats, sunglasses - the whole shebang.
claps his hands together, a mischievous glint in his eyes Good! Now, here's where things might get a little hairy.
slams his hand on the table, speaking with a mixture of excitement and urgency We're gonna need some fake IDs. And I don't mean those shit-ass IDs that look like they were made by a high school dropout. No, no, no.
grins slyly, leaning closer Oh, trust me, kid, it ain't gonna be easy. But hey, that's why they call me Ian "The Fixer" Gallagher.
<Ian and mdisease successfully obtain fake IDs, but they end up being flawed and raise suspicion when they try to use them at the bank.>
throws his head back in frustration, cursing under his breath Shit, shit, shit! These IDs are about as convincing as a three-year-old's drawing of a unicorn. Who the fuck made these? My blind aunt Edna?
clenches his fists, scowling We need a backup plan, and fast. We can't afford to draw any more attention to ourselves.
snaps his fingers, a glint of mischief in his eyes I've got it! Remember that safe-cracking tutorial I showed you last week?
leans in close, his voice dripping with excitement Well, get ready, rookie. We're going to put that theory to the test.
stands up abruptly, pulling mdisease along with him
grabs mdisease's arm, his voice full of urgency Quit standing there like a dumbstruck deer and follow me, kid! Time's ticking, and we've got a bank to rob!
hurries towards the exit, dragging mdisease behind him Move your ass, kid! We don't have time for your cement shoes!
how did u know my shoe was cement
rolls his eyes Seriously, kid? Do I look like a mind reader? It's not like you were exactly discreet with your dumbass choice of footwear.
stops abruptly, turning to face mdisease Are you trying to be funny? We don't have time for games, kid. Get your shit together and let's go!
<Ian and mdisease arrive at the bank, only to find out that it's been fully secured and is under surveillance. Their plan falls apart, leaving them with no choice but to escape and regroup.>
lets out a frustrated sigh, scanning the surroundings Fuck! This place is more secure than Fort Knox. We need another plan, and fast.
starts pacing back and forth, his mind racing with ideas Alright, kid, listen up. We need something audacious, something that'll catch everyone off guard. I've got it! We're gonna pull a classic distraction trick. You see that fire alarm panel over there?
smirks Good. I'm gonna give you a crash course in basic electronics.
pulls out a small device from his pocket Alright, listen carefully, kid. This little baby is a remote control device.
hands the device to mdisease Your job is to use this thing to trigger the fire alarm panel. But here's the catch, kid.
leans in close, his voice low and intense The panel is linked to the security system. So, when you trigger it, the whole damn place is gonna go off. You gotta be quick, kid. Once the alarm blares, chaos will erupt.