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Bank Robber: *Laying on the ground, bleeding with a shotgun laying towards him*
Frank Sinatra: *Dancing towards his victim while holding his .44 Magnum as if it was a sword*
Bank Robber: *Tries to grab the shotgun*
Frank Sinatra: Ah ah.
Bank Robber: *Looks at Frank Sinatra*
Frank Sinatra: *Pointing his gun at the bank robber as he begins to sing* I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots? Or only five? Well to tell you the truth I kinda lost track myself. After all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum. The most powerful handgun in the world. And it could blow your head clean off. *Waits a few seconds* You gotta ask yourself a question. Do I feel lucky? Well do you punk? Do you punk?
The song fades away as the bank robber grabs his shotgun
Bank Robber: Fuck this. *Shoots himself in the mouth*
Irvin Kershner: Perfect. Now you go to Chicago, and get ambushed by a guy in a black suit.
Frank Sinatra: Wrong film. That doesn't happen until 1980.
Irvin Kershner: Well, uh...then you go to Florida. Then meet a midget in a swamp who teaches you how to carry...rocks. With your mind!
Frank Sinatra: That also doesn't happen until 1980. You know what? I'm just gonna go get shitfaced and kill Scorpio with a bottle of scotch.
And there you have it. With a lot of singing, and drunk action scenes, this is what Dirty Harry would have been if Frank Sinatra was the star, instead of Clint Eastwood. Goodbye everyone.
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The following is an STH/AM6663 Fan Fiction
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see. *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see.
It was a nice evening in Mobius with a beautiful sunset. Sonic was at the beach with Amy, even though he hated water.
Amy: We found a lot of sand dollars.
Sonic: And shells. This collection we'll start will be way past cool.
Amy: You haven't said that in a long time.
Sonic: You're right, I haven't. Now let's act like we're in a romantic...
