Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

The Pacific, Detroit

1 year later (they received the money from the jewels via a bank transaction to an offshore Swiss account, with a minor dispute against a government official who could be reading at this very moment)...

"Yeah boi!! That's right Wiz Khalifa with em bars, repping our race. You deserve a standing ovation from a live audience [audience laughter and boos]", unnecessarily shouted Rob. "Alright, let's talk logistics and common sense. We sold your mansion, got married¿, combined the money from the jewel store and your mansion and from the other two guys from the jewel store job to purchase an even larger estate with literally whatever you can think of, and we have yet to decide on what to do.", listed Cinnamon. "My dear piece of garbage, all we have to do now is explore the city; get a taste at what we're licking.", said Rob, emphasizing the "l" by utilizng alliteration, and maybe even a euphemism..

Ahh, now it's my turn ( unquoted and off the books, of course). The Pacific. Some may call it the "city where dreams come true" and that it's "similar to heaven, only a more realistic and simplified version of it". It's also known for making fantasies come true (i.e. your deepest desire/urges, haha). It's similar to Darking, but your more prone to getting your personal items stolen, thus making the streets a dangerous place to be. Regardless of that vital piece of information, Boob and Honey Bun set out to explore Pacific. At a glance, it appears to be a magnificent city . Bright lights and over-populated areas, buzzing with life, excitement, and stimulation (it's similar to Las Vegas isn't it?). In fact, crime rate has skyrocketed within a short amount of time. It truly is a wonderful place to be in, wouldn't you say? Especially for Rob, it's like a dream come true.

Rob and U first examine the banks, through a map found in a nearby trashcan. "Wow. I think we hit the jackpot Rob. Look at all these banks and stores.", said U. "Didn't I tell you? Always listen to the darkest.", said Rob, acting as if though he's wise. "When should we hit the next bank... or store?", asked U. "I wasn't planning on hitting a bank. I was thinking more along the lines of a laboratory.", arbitrarily replied Bob. "A laboratory? What good will that do?", curiosly asked U (don't worry, she's just as confusued as you are, America". "Glad you asked. Mr. Rogers, would you like to do the honors?", offered Boob. "Of course!", said a dear old friend of Rob's. "Take it away, ol' buddy!".

"It's a beautiful day in this neighboorhood [repeated 3x]. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? So let's make the most out of this beautiful day. Won't you be my neighbor? A secret facility, with a variety of utilities. Fa lala, lala, lala. Data or drugs that you and I, can use for the better. I mean, selling it for butter and bullets [elongated last note]", sang Mr. Rogers. "Outstanding, buddy ol' pal.", complimented Bob. "Thanks. Er... The money?". "Oh... Can I pay you with a 20?", implored Rob. "1k or the slammer.", offered Mr. Rogers (a very kind man indeed. What happened to television for kids? Tsk, tsk. Chk chk boom). "Fine. Here you go."surrendered Boob. "You shouldn't carry money with you. You could get robbed [haha, laughed Bob].

"Let me put this way. Sure, money can get us a lot of things but wouldn't it make sense to think above that general concept? Something more valuable?", simplified Rob. "Exactly how valuable?", idiotically asked U. "Think of it this way. We take money for granted and greed, right? By owning something valuable and precious, it'll give us more momentum and a legacy. It's just a simple matter of aiming at higher stakes. We'll always have banks just waiting to steal its stashed cash. But with something as valuable as the laboratory, let's just say that it'll make us unstoppable", explained Rob. "Oh. Okay, I understand now.", said U out of fear. "Good, good. Now we go back to the mansion, do what ever we want to do, and congregate in a month or so. It'll give us enough time to think, and rid us of our scum and engage in thorough quote, yadda.", said Boob. "Oh yeah. Giggity, giggity alright!"