I WAS ROBBING A BANK ONE FINE, SUNNY OCTOBER DAY A FEW YEARS BACK, and I was behind the counter when another robber came in and pointed his gun at me. I pointed my gun (a water pistol with a stuffed animal at the end) at him. That's when he robbed me and the bank that I, myself, was currently robbing. He yelled at me to get under the counter, and then he strapped dynamite to my face to scare me. He walked out of the room for a bit and I started pressing the silent alarm like crazy. An hour later, when no police had shown up, I realized that I had cut the power before I robbed the joint to keep the silent alarm from working. Then the robber came back in the room and saw me trying to get the dynamite off of my face, and he let me go out of spite (well actually he let me go out of pity but I used the wrong word back there so just go with pity), and I ran to Wendy's to get help getting the dynamite off. While I was running I got thirsty so I decided to get a drink at Wendy's but I ended up getting a frosty instead (because they're so good) and as I was walking back to a table to eat it the dynamite went off. There was blood and chocolate everywhere, and they got a high-speed video of the explosion which is now on youtube. Also, the doctors did an excellent job at repairing my face.