I'm in.

I don't know how I was pulled into this....i was doing my groceries, a white van pulled up, and the next thing I know, a tall lanky guy in suspenders and his shorter, stockier friend with glasses are telling me they're planning a heist in Wilson. I told them it could never be done, but they begged me to help them. They kept saying I was the only one who has ever come close to infiltrating Wilson, and with the help of one more guy they picked up for their team, they could finally do the impossible. I had a look at their assembled crack team, and I had my doubts. There were a few musical theatre majors, a few who didn't drink, and even some who couldn't grow facial hair. After expressing my opinion, the stockier one with glasses sat down and gave me a speech about heart, and reaching deep inside and being able to feel the energy, and if I did that, "we'd" all be able to pull it off. I cut him off midway through his rambling, and said I was in. I needed the money.

And it is Wilson, afterall.........