Det.L.Crumby
You come to your senses, sitting on a uncomfortable chair, the sharp glare of a stunning
bright light in your eyes and a gratingly unforgivable voice prodding you with unrelenting
words. "I don't want any cheek from you Bugs Marone. I know you'd did the bank job, we
know you shot that guard. Just come clean and I'll take it easy on you."
Ask, what bank job?
Ask, what guard?
Scream that you're not Bugs Marone
Moan, yes, I did it, I confess.
Are you ready to give up?