A thief in a bank.

With a mass of debts and a starving family, the thief made his way through the bank. The thief never doubted his abilities. Ever heard of the twenty thousand dollars stolen from the Federal Reserve? Exactly. As he scurried around the halls looking for the vault, he thought of his former home ablaze in what can’t be called an accident. The thought of the multitude of dollars and coins in the vault pushed him as he attempted to navigate the seemingly repeating halls. Making way down stair case after case after case, an unmarked floor seemed to be the gates to a promised land. The legal tender would be his for the taking. Thousands of pieces of paper containing green ink and a sense of empowerment. As he trampled the seldom touched tile floor, he began to think of all the opportunities the stolen cash would bring him. He got closer to the unmarked door that contained the vault. Closer still. Again. The simple wooden door was no obstacle. He crept right through. A heavenly glow of fluorescent lamps convinced him what he was doing was right. Moments later, there it was. The bronze vault door. A steel circle, weighing around 22 tons, would be the only challenge. He was getting closer. The thoughts of money were coursing through his

A security guard noticed the theft. The only thought that went through the guard’s mind was “hmm, a cockroach. I had better squash it.”