“Okay, big boy,” he said with a sneer. “I’m gonna make this real easy for ya. Empty the cash register, or else!”

The cashier looked at him, confused. “Or else… what?”

The masked teen pulled back the slide on his handgun, chambering a round. “Or else I’m gonna start shooting!”

A touch of concern brushed the cashier’s face. “And you’re going to shoot who?”

The gunman put his gun against his hostage’s head. “Who do you think, genius?!” He was starting to get agitated.

“You’re going to shoot Lulu?”

“Yeah!”

“You’ll shoot Lulu if I don’t give you the money?”

The gunman grew even more agitated. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I’m gonna to blow her freakin’ brains out!”

The cashier sighed, looking almost bored. “Okay, fine. Do it.”

“I will! I’ll freakin’ do it!”

“Go ahead.”

The gunman fired. “There! Ya see! See what you made me do!”

“Yes, you’re very terrifying.” The cashier yawned. “3 people in the store. Why did you shoot our mannequin?”

The gunman started to shake. “I don’t like the sight of blood.”