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Chapter 4 by Robopoop Robopoop

What does he do first at the mall?

'Borrow' some cash

Of course, the first thing on his mind was what he had always needed: money. {first_name} went inside to scope out for a suitable person or store to try out his new toy. He found a department store and poked around inside the snazzy place with all of these unnecessarily expensive goods all around. Never one to be too keen to shop in a place too expensive, he felt a little intimidated by the professional service that was provided by the staff, but he was little braver now that he felt like he owned the world. Ignoring everything else, he picked out an inexpensive item and went straight for the register. The kindly sales person pinged the mug he had randomly found without missing a beat in his well trained retail voice.

"That'll be $21.99." He smiled at him.

He was a little apprehensive for a second, but since he was the only one at the register at the moment, he tempted fate and tried it out, "The store will pay for it."

The moment {first_name} said that, the sales person's smile phased out into a stupor like all the rest, his voice a robotic drone, "Yes, sir. It's on us."

He suppressed a muffled scream of excitement. It definitely worked! It made him so much bolder to speak again, feeling incredibly daring, "Actually, you should pay me for visiting your store. Give me all the cash in the register. Don't tell anyone. If anyone asks, say that you lost it somewhere."

"Certainly, sir."

Without hesitation, the sales person punched open the drawer and started pulling out slip after slip of notes from inside it. {first_name} watched the wad of cash grow until he was unceremoniously handed it as if it was not at all a crime. He grabbed it and got out as soon as he could, leaving the mug behind. When he felt like he was at a safe distance, he sat on a bench to count the cash he was just 'paid', his heart beating a million beats a minute from the adrenaline rush. There was a total of $1000 in big notes in his hand, and he let out an audible hoot, carefully and stealthily slipping it into his wallet. He had no sense of consequence at this point, and he felt like he was not yet done. Money was not easy to come by. Even if he was caught or chased after, he could very easily get out of it with a few words from his mouth.

What does he do next?

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