Jeff's car slid to a halt in front of The Johnson and Johnson Bank, Radio City Division.
He placed a hand over his eyes for a moment, leaned back and sighed. "Haaauuugh, fuck
am I doing with my life? No nemesis, no boss... Fhuuhhhhhck, jus gotta get this done, get this done. Use the cash to buy groceries, treat myself to something nice."
Jeff took a deep breath and slumped forward, tossing a bag onto his shoulder and the Cannons onto his arms. He slapped on his shades, then stopped awkwardly as he remembered to put on his coat too. Finagling the cannons around on his lap, Professor Holocaust tossed on the flame-covered, ill-fitting coat, the Cannons over that, then popped out of the car. His expression unusually dull, Jeff kicked the door open and spurted some fire into the air. He groaned again. Better make this quick, the sun was starting to come down. He estimated about an hour left of daylight.
"Huughhh, dunnobodymovethizzuhrobbryfillthebaganyoudoangedh- urt..." he mumbled glumly, throwing a cash bag at the woman behind the counter. "And please
hit the silent alarm, I'm sort of freaking out here and need a new nemesis or something to fight. I just torched Gum-Girl like thirty minutes ago, stepped on her throat a few times, I need a new enemy, get me?"
The teller did as she was told, hitting the silent alarm before running back to the vault to open that up. The rest of the civvies put their hands on their heads and crouched down. Routine. Boring. Bored. Jeff slumped forward and sighed. Should have made bombs instead...