You look up to see a man in a ski mask pointing a handgun at your forehead. "Give me all the goddamn money in the register... oh, and a lottery ticket." He snarls as as he waves the gun around your face. Hoping to live long enough to see day 2 of your crappy new job you do as he says. Just as you are about to hand over the meager contents of the cash register you drop some change on the floor. "Pick that shit up!" The man growls as he begins putting the rest of his loot into a plastic bag. You bend down and begin picking up the dropped coins when you notice 2 things... the alarm hidden under the counter and the loaded double-barrel shotgun the boss keeps here in case of a robbery. The mans seems to be distracted at the moment...
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