The scene opens up with Dorito standing right where he began, outside the bank. He looks at the clock, 12:33.

Dorito: I'm perfect.

He grabs the handle to the door and pauses for a second.

Dorito: Missle is not God, for I do not believe in him. Do I get the gun, or not?

And with that Dorito pulls the door open and the scene ends, reverting to blackness. A moment passes and the light returns with Dorito entering the bank to find a couple of policeman standing beside the teller, the three of them chatting. Dorito snickers as he looks at the woman look right at him in the eyes, and one of the guards slightly turning his head to look at Dorito. The policeman then looks over at his partner, whispering something to him. Dorito then decides to be daring and with a blink in his eyes, he walks up to the counter, standing behind the policemen.

Dorito: Hey lady, do I get my gun now?

Reacting as if she never noticed him, she jumps back a little bit as the officers take a step back.

Teller: Oh, yes, you. Yes, indeed, it has been an hour hasn't it. Now let me just go check on that, alright? I'll be ri-NOW!

The policemen jump on Dorito, each grabbing a shoulder and hooking thier arms around. Dorito puts his foot up on the table and uses it to backflip over. Landing on his feet, he forces his arms together, ramming the policemen into one another. They bump off one another, staggering back, and Dorito kicks the one in the right in the mid-section, bending him over as he is short of breath. The one on the left hangs onto Dorito's wrist as his right hand is now free. The police officer tries a punch with his free hand, but Dorito ducks it and spins around, applying a 3/4 facelock on him as the other officer stands upright, drawing his gun. The man on the left pushes Dorito into the other officer, drawing his gun as well. Dorito grabs ahold of the cop that was on the right, turning him around as the one on the left suddenly fires off the weapon, twice. Employees of the bank scream as they duck for cover in fear of their lives while Dorito looks at the officer square in the eyes that was on the right, seeing the life slip from him. The one on the left is frozen in terror, having shot his friend in the back while Dorito used him as a shield. Dorito the spins him around, grabbing ahold of the finger of the cop that's on the trigger, and fires at the officer on the left a few times. The one on the left drops his weapon, falling to his back, as Dorito looks down at him. He takes hold of the gun, throwing the person that was his shield down as well onto his partner. Moments seem forever in passing as he looks down, looking at the two almost lifeless bodies. Everything moves in slow motion as he bends his knees to pick up the other gun, one in each hand. He slowly stands back up, looking down at the weapons, as the bank teller begins to get back up, peeking over, and Dorito steps toward her, aiming both guns as he screams at her.

Dorito: Empty the vault! NOW!

Teller: Uh-uh, alright, juz p-p-please, don't shoot me.

Dorito: Don't shoot you? Why shouldn't I? Look at you. Cowering as you stand there in your little walmart bought khakis pants and dress shirt, thinking you're better than most people in this town because you don't really work to make a living. You, just like everyone else, are a waste of energy. You consume and you consume, but you never put anything back, do you? Well how about I do mother nature a favor and put you into the ground so the worms and flies can have something to feast upon?

The teller, streaming with tears, loses thought of everything as she only fears for her life.

Dorito: Wait, no, the worms would spit you out you're so toxic. Humanity is seeing it's final days of having control. Your world is over.

Suddenly a man in a dark blue suit, with wavy brown hair, is seen coming from out behind a door off to the back, wielding a rifle. Dorito turns his attention and fires off his guns over and over right at him. The man throws his arms up with the rifle as he collapses to the ground, dead. The teller screams as she looks over at him, then slowly turns to look over at Dorito who holds one of the guns to her forehead. She brings her hands together, almost saying off a quick silent prayer.

Dorito: No.

She opens her eyes, looking at him for a moment, and then BANG! Pure silence as everything is black for a second or two, before opening the scene up just outside the bank, with Dorito looking at the clock as it has just turned 12:34 at that moment. He goes to grab a handle to the door of the bank, and pulls it open. The shade from inside darkens the scene for a second before the light is seen once more. There inside stand two police officers, talking to the teller. She laughs and then they chuckle, and she catches a glimpse of Dorito from looking between them, peering right at his eyes. She quiets down, and the officer on the left slowly turns his head, looking over at Dorito. He then whispers something to his partner as Dorito shrugs his shoulders, deciding to be daring. He goes to walk up to the counter as the officer on the left turns back to the teller, waving goodbye as he backs up. She waves back, then looks over at the man on the right who leans in to kiss her on the cheek.

Officer on Right: I'll see you at home after work honey.

Teller: Bye.

The cops go to leave, both looking at Dorito as they walk by on either side as Dorito goes between them, suddenly glimpsing down at their holsters, before bringing his head back up to walk to the teller.

Teller: Hello there once again. New to the city are you?

Dorito: Yes. I was on my way to Detroit for a show up there on tuesday.

Teller: Show? What kind of show?

Dorito: Pro wrestling.

Teller: Oh, that kind. How much money do you guys make for never touching each other?

Dorito silently just shrugs his shoulders, closing his eyes for a second, not wanting to embark on the argument of the reality that is his life, and lives of so many others, knowing of arguments from the past.

Teller: Anyways, that check went through and it turned out that you had some accident in the past, but it didn't say what it was for some really odd reason, except it actually said it was a gun-free incident.

Dorito: That is weird. So I get the gun?

Teller: Yep. And Fred, the vice president of the bank is coming right up with the rifle.

Just then a door in the back is seen opening, and a man in a dark blue suit with wavy brown hair steps out carrying a rifle. He walks up to the front, setting the rifle on the counter.

Fred: Thank you for investing in our little bank, and we all hope you stay with us for a long time.

With a smile on his face he extends his hand, and Dorito looks at it for a second, then just nods his head as a sort of bow. Fred nods his hand and pulls his hand back, rubbing his suit jacket, then turns around and heads back. The teller then pulls out a checkbook, handing it to Dorito.

Teller: This is just a temporary checkbook, where you will have to write everything in, but the real checks should arrive to your home in about a week or two, alrighty?

Dorito: Sure.

Teller: Okay, I guess that does that. Welcome to North Country Bank and Trust. Anything else I can help you with?

Dorito: You don't sell ammunition, do you?

Teller: Nope, we don't carry that on the premises. You know, it'd be kinda crazy then cause if someone got a gun and bullets here, they could hold the bank up. But if you want, you could go to the barbershop across the street. They sell ammunition over there pretty cheap.

Dorito: Barbershop slash ammunition shop?

Teller: Yep, some things just don't go together. Like peanut butter and jelly.

Dorito: What?

Teller: Yep. I know everyone says they do, but trust me, they don't. That's why the jelly always wants to leak out the sides of the sandwich. Now take care, hun.

Dorito lifts the assault rifle up off the counter, taking a look at it.

Teller: Planning to do some hunting?

Dorito: You can say that. Never thought I'd get my hands on one of these.

Teller: Have fun, bye.

Dorito smiles as he walks toward the door, and steps through as the teller takes notice of the checkbook still on the counter.

Teller: Sir? You forgot your checkbook. Sir?

The door shuts behind him and the teller grabs the checkbook, going out behind the counter. She scurries herself to the door, stepping out to find no one as she holds the checkbook in the air with her hand. She glances around, seeing nothing, and then turns around to look down the barrel of a gun. She exhales as she jumps back, and Dorito smiles as he lowers the gun.

Dorito: Gotcha! Hahaha...

Teller: (Taking a breath) My fright of the day, here, you forgot this.

She hands him the checkbook, and he takes it to put it into his pocket.

Teller: Have a warm and fuzzy evening.

She then slips back inside the bank, and the moment the door closes, the smile gets replaced with a look of seriousness.

Dorito: Now, it's time to go hunting.

The camera then scrolls up toward the sky, and fades out.