(S7) - Weekend PT 4 - Half-Time Show

[speculadora]

For the halftime show of the NSFL's Ultimus game, I would bring in a bunch of strippers and turn the whole thing into a strip club. Like 70% of the crowd is probably men as it is. It is a win-win situation for everyone involved. The seedy old businessmen in the crowd have somewhere to throw their ridiculous piles of money. The strippers make a bunch of money. The entire world is enthralled by the display. Nobody is paying attention to anything in the real world, only the game. Hypnotists come in and lull the entire viewership into a trance. They have no idea that the half time show will actually last nearly the duration of a full game. Nobody will. With so much of the country incapacitated, it's time to put my plan for the perfect crime into action. So many years of planning finally coming to fruition. I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.