Big Problems | I am not an artist! | huge boobs, people and violence abound | they are not ok and you're next
"Listen, we're here to do a job! So do the job and lay off the people!"
barely audible over the music and the cacophony of lead being dumped down a bank hallway
mack over the voice chat going "AAAHA CHA CHAAAA!!" and letting rip with the tommy gun every few seconds
One of my fondest memories was trying to stealth the FBI office in Firestarter. My brother, knowing damn well we were going to fuck up somehow, always showed up in a bomb suit and a snub-nose minigun and waited in the van for the alarms to start.