J stood around in line, waiting, questioning how he ended up in this position. "Married with two kids and a dog...what happened?" He thought to himself. He even had a chuckle at the fact. He went from being-- The opening of the bank entrance door interrupted his thought. Three men walked into the bank. All bald, and all wearing the same thing, black suits, and they were tall, really tall, freakishly tall. J watched them for a second and realized something was off. "What was it?" J thought. He stared for a minute, eyeing up the men. He came to a conclusion. Their suits were horribly generic. A crime. "I swear, no originality these days." J whispered aloud. He turned back towards the teller, and then he realized it wasn't just the suits that he questioned. He'd heard of these men before, they were part of the "new age villains". The news station is always blabbering about a tall gang of bank robbers who were going around the city, and how they have yet to be caught. "Pathetic, if you ask me. Just guns and black suits, where's the fun in that?" J thought angrily. He struggled to remember their group name though, he thought it had to be something along the lines of "bald, overly ridiculous idiots needing guidance", or "boring" for short. That gave him another chuckle. But no matter, he thought. It brought him little concern. He could handle the situation when it arises. "Daddy?" Quinn asked. Quinn was his six year old daughter, whom he forgot was even with him. She had gotten out early from school today, and he had picked her up on his way home from work. "Yes pumpkin?" He responded, looking down at her. "Why are those men looking at us?" She pointed, obviously worried. J turned around, interested, and noticed the three men were staring at J and his daughter. They all had mortified looks on their faces. "Well honey, it appears those fine gentlemen have recognized me." He said it in a quiet and cheerful manner. He gave the three gentlemen a wave and asked if they wanted an autograph. The three men turned to each other, conversing for a moment, then walked towards the door and exited the building. A smile cracked on J's face, and he started a quiet laugh, a laugh that kept on growing and growing.

(forgive me, I had trouble with this.)