Absolutely not.

Nearly a dozen minutes, and half a dozen loads later, Greg slowly pulled the beautiful woman from the length within her gob, slowly allowing the asphyxiated woman to breathe once more, as Greg breathed intensely, before withdrawing his full length, and getting himself ready and dressed, before promptly exiting the car, but not before telling the two inside to stay put, which specifically didn’t put a hamper on the beautiful woman vomiting up a couple globs of spunk, as she glared at Greg’s departing form.

Then, as Greg started walking his way towards the mall’s entrance, after slamming the car door shut, he resumed his amble, as he passed by a crowd, as he made his way in. And then, as Greg reached the entrance, passing through the automatic doors, as he was met with the same greeting he usually received, the beautiful greeter spoke fondly, before realizing it was Greg, “Welcome to the… Oh. It’s you… What’re ya’ doing here?”

Then, as Greg was pondering his response, he spoke simply, “Shut up, and follow me…” And just like that, Greg resumed his ambling, followed by an immensely shocked, and utterly silenced woman, of whose name Greg hadn’t a single clue, despite seeing her near daily, as he started about the mall, once a place which he’d simply stare angrily, but now, everything, truly, EVERYTHING was ripe for the taking, and for now at least, with a complete lack of consequences.

And as Greg reached an escalator, he rode it to the bottom public floor, before strutting arrogantly to the mall’s bank, approaching the door, and finding it to be oddly silent, as the door opened for him to walk in, he stopped the greeter that’d been following him, telling her to wait outside, as he walked in.

And in response, a man slightly shorter than Greg approached him, and held a primed shotgun to Greg’s temple.

As Greg nearly passed out, but not from fear, no, he wasn’t scared, it was something far more visceral, from within his being, as a slow burning, seething sentence came forth from his mouth, in an oddly calm manner, “Give me the gun…” And as Greg received it from the opposition, he raised it up high, gripping the barrel tight, winding back the gun as a bludgeon in his hand, before releasing the blow, the butt of the gun landing upon the skull of the earlier aggressor, and sending him flying nearly ten feet to the side, as the butt then snapped free, before flying to smack into the wall, crashing to the ground. Then, as the man collapsed to the ground, his partners ran up to the vicinity, surrounding Greg, and training over six guns at him, but Greg wasn’t worried, as he shouted out, “Drop the guns and beat each other up. Go outside first, then do it …” And then, nearly a dozen people were tangled over themselves, making their way to the exit, before beginning the intense **** between them.

Then, as Greg was left in the bank, he simply walked to the teller, and told her to transfer a few million into his bank account, and she promptly got to work to the fullest extent of her power, as Greg promptly told off many approaching managers, fully in spite of their possible intentions, as he simply awaited his massive increase in personal wealth.

And nearly twenty minutes later, Greg got a message from his bank, as his current balance was increased a million fold at least, leaving Greg simply staring at the teller with glee in his face, before he spoke to her once more, “Bring me to the manager.”

Then, he followed her, as she started making her way to a manager’s office, stopping outside, before she was dismissed by him, as Greg suddenly pushed open the door, as he walked in, finding a frightened person hiding behind a desk, leaving Greg to slowly approach, before grabbing the trembling man by the shoulder, and speaking sternly to his face, “You're the manager? Transfer twenty million into my account.”