The gun felt like the missing piece of himself he had been searching for his entire life. A gruesome extension of his arm, now people would listen when he spoke. They would no longer ignore his every word.
Take heed, he thought, James Avery Thompson is here and he has something to say: This is one public service announcement you better not disregard!
“I would like a hot dog, an ice cream, a Sprite and every penny in that register – in all those registers,” James demanded urgently.
The fifteen-year-old kid behind the cash register froze. “You, you, you… I mean… Is this some kinda joke?”
“The only joke you’re gonna be hearing is the one about St. Peter at the pearly white gates of heaven if you don’t give me every last penny. Now!“
The teen scrambled from register to register, nervously smashing into coworkers, who didn’t understand until they saw the crazed man with the gun.
“As a matter of fact, get down! All of you!” James shouted, hoping to aid the teen who was getting his cash money.
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