"The name's Jack. Pleasure doing service for you."
"The pleasure is ours. Wish we could've caught that guy, too, though."
"I'm sure we'll get him next time," Jack said optimistically. "I've got to go now. Bye!"
Jack sprinted off down the street, chuckling all the way.
"I love doing this!" he laughed. He felt something like fire shoot through his body, and he screamed, dropping to the ground in pain. He darted his gaze about to find his attacker. It was the robber, taser in hand. The robber slipped the taser back in his pocket and retracted a gun, aiming it directly at Jack's chest. Jack groaned, letting his head fall back. He was breathing hard. He saw the robber's face hovering above his own. Jack's vision was blurry. He mumbled something inaudible and slipped into unconsciousness.
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