Mr. Hallad was in his early fifties. He stood behind the cash register counting some change.
"How do you know? Did your mother tell you?" joked Mr.Hallad.
"First of all, you will need some vitamins to satisfy her 'cause she hasn't had any in five years. Second of all, she doesn't date oneminute men, and your penis won't probably stay up," replied Giani as he went to the cooler looking for a beverage.
"I hope you have money this time!" yelled Mr. Hallad.
Suddenly, two gunmen wearing ski masks rushed into the liquor store, pointing their guns at Mr. Hallad.
"Please don't shoot." Mr. Hallad begged for his life.
Giani, hearing that, swiftly hid himself in the cooler without turning around.
"Come on, open this cash register," one of the gunmen said, pointing his gun at the man's head. Then he cocked his gun. Mr.
Hallad, frighten, opened the cash register.
"Take whatever you want."
The second gunman went to take a look around the store and came back to his partner.
"It's clear." He could barely talk behind his mask.
Then he jumped behind the cash register, knocked Mr. Hallad down on the floor with his gun, and started grabbing everything.
Meanwhile in the cooler, despite the cold temperature, Giani was sweating. He was dying of fear, holding his breath, wondering if his life were about to end.
"Shoot him?" asked the gunman behind the counter.
"No, let's just get out of here," replied the second gunman as he walked out of the liquor store. Two shots rang out. Giani was shocked! Tears watered his face.