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Moms & Robbers

He pulled the machine gun from his coat and fired a burst into the bank’s ceiling. “This is a robbery!” he yelled. “Everyone get the fuck down!”

People started screaming as thy dropped to the floor. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” He took aim at the security guard, who was reaching for his gun. “You! Throw the gun over here, and get down like the rest of them!” The guard complied.

“Tommy?” He froze. Oh, no. “Thomas Edwin Jameson!

“Mom, what are you doing here?!”

“What am I doing here? What am I doing here?! You are supposed to be at work, young man!”

“But I…”

“Do not interrupt me! I raised you better than this! Give me that gun!”

“But…”

Now!” He handed the weapon over. “You go straight home and think about what you’ve done!”

“Yes, mommy,” he muttered, and shuffled out the door.

After he left, the crowd started to rise, applauding their saviour. She turned to them, the gun resting comfortably in her hands. “Uh-uh,” she said, smiling. “Get the hell back down. My turn…”

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