My english teacher was always such a troll. Anytime I asked if I 'can' use the restroom, he'd say no. Then he would have that dumb glint in his eye, a...d I'd ask it again with 'may' and he'd say yes, and I wouldn't even feel like going anymore. It's such a twisty language, man." Wilson," another rolled their eyes, idling by a fountain spewing something not quite water, "you know that doesn't even matter, right? Technically it might be more precise to request something using the word 'may', but. Too many bills, not enough money coming in. I mean, hey, why let those guys keep all the money?Everything had gone so well there too. I had staked the place out for three days. Nobody there to cause a fuss except one sleepy security guard. I went in with a hat and sunglasses and a false beard. One sight of my gun and that bitch teller about pissed her pants. I could see the fear in her eyes. I could see her nipples getting hard too. Most girls are like that you know. Show them a good-looking. I wasn't supposed to mention that."Give it up, big brother!" she cried as she grabbed my little finger, bending it backwards slightly. "Or you'll be nursing a broken finger!" No one else knows, Nicky. And I am not supposed to tell her until her twenty-first birthday. At least it's not to become common knowledge before then. It's in the terms of our grandfather's will," I said."Grandfather's will?" she asked, again surprised. "How do you know what's in his will?" All right!" I told her. "Let go. In fact, it’s probably you who convinces the others to stay here and continue drinking. Because if you’re this enthused about it, it’s probably a bad idea. The three of us already have some thoughts on what we’ll find in there: Nazi memorabilia, swastikas, propaganda from white power groups. More than likely, a lot of guns. If he was a reader, the subjects will not be difficult to imagine; we won’t find any Shakespeare. Now, imagine that out of the blue, Heinrich Dietz or someone representing.