Idle Thumbs 89: The Ship Economy
Your jet ski lies outside, beached and on fire. Cassowaries peck at the glass door, firmly latched. In one hand, C4; the other, a detonator. As your eyes adjust, before you can make out the faces of the patrons and tellers turning your way, you realize you're already speaking. "Give me all your gift codes to The Ship and nobody has to get hurt."
