9 AND A HALF YEARS AGO:
Michael is one the many people standing in line at the North Yankton bank.
Michael: Man.. Where's Dr. Kevorkian when you need him?
Lady: Well, if I know doctors, he's probably golfing.
Michael: (chuckles) good one.
Lady: Thanks mister.. I got 'more' jokes in you want?
Michael: Maybe later.
Trevor: (arrives, holding a present box)
Michael: (polite voice to the lady from before) Excuse me for a second.. (suddenly his calm demeanour is changed to an angry one, as he fires a loaded handgun into the air) EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR!
Trevor: (reveals that the present box was REALLY carrying an MP5) THIS IS A ROBBERY!.. (stands closer to Michael) And.. Not a separate robbery we're together.
Guard: You mean like a couple?
Trevor: No!.. Well, in a way.
Voice: We're being robbed by Johnny and Clyde!
Michael: SHUT UP! (fires more bullets to shut them up).
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Two cops heard the gunfire, and saw Brad run in after being late.
Cop: Uh Heines looks like we got an 64-G in progress.
Steve Heines: (confused stare).
Cop: Armed robbery with a gun!
Steve Heines: (confused stare)
Cop: (draws picture of a stickman robing another stickman with a pistol) Come on man, you know this.
Steve Heines: Ohh, a shooty-stealy!
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Guard: (reaches for alarm).
Trevor: Don't touch that alarm! (shoots it, ironically triggering it) DAMN IT!
Another guard comes in, unaware of the current situation.
Guard 2: (happily) Ohh I'm so excited, first day as a security guar-
Brad: (panics and shooting guard 2 dead with his AP Pistol).
Guard 2: Crap. (dies).
Brad: (examines the body and begins to panic) Oh shit! Now it's murder man! IT'S MURDER!
Michael: Just rel-
Brad: FUCK THAT! (jumps though the glass window) I WANNA LIVE! (lands on the highway, and gets ran over by a OC Transpo bus).
Michael: SHIT!.. Trevor! Brad is dead!
Trevor: Very funny Michael.
Michael: I'm serious, there's pieces of him everywh-
Trevor: (ignores him and points gun at cashier) GIVE ME THE MONEY!
Cashier: (gives him it).
Trevor: (looks in it bt it explodes) AHH! DYE PACK!.. (Trevor tries to get a tissue, but the tissue box is also a dye pack. Enraged, he then hits a bank teller, who turns out to also be a dye pack).
Trevor: ... Is anyone NOT a dye pack?.. Speak now and I won't shoot.
Guy: I a- (gets shot in the arm). You sa-
Trevor: I lied.
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LATER:
Trevor: This way to the chopper!
Michael: No!.. Stick to the fuckin plan. Follow me.. (suddenly gets shot by sniper).
Michael: (proving to be a HORRIBLE actor) AHH! Lights fading, limbs growing cold.. I see a tunnel.. Must. Move. Toward the light.
Trevor: Michael, just hang on.
Michael: (poorly imitating Christopher Walken) Mother?.. Is that you?.. Your little boy.. Is coming home!
Trevor: ... How hard did he hit you exactly?
Michael: (whispers) Rose-buds.. (pretends to be dead).
Trevor: Michael.. I see you breathing, cut it ou- (gets shot at).
Trevor: I ain't leaving this spot!
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Trevor ironically is running as far away from the spot as he could, leading to everything that happens from that point of the game.
Michael is one the many people standing in line at the North Yankton bank.
Michael: Man.. Where's Dr. Kevorkian when you need him?
Lady: Well, if I know doctors, he's probably golfing.
Michael: (chuckles) good one.
Lady: Thanks mister.. I got 'more' jokes in you want?
Michael: Maybe later.
Trevor: (arrives, holding a present box)
Michael: (polite voice to the lady from before) Excuse me for a second.. (suddenly his calm demeanour is changed to an angry one, as he fires a loaded handgun into the air) EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR!
Trevor: (reveals that the present box was REALLY carrying an MP5) THIS IS A ROBBERY!.. (stands closer to Michael) And.. Not a separate robbery we're together.
Guard: You mean like a couple?
Trevor: No!.. Well, in a way.
Voice: We're being robbed by Johnny and Clyde!
Michael: SHUT UP! (fires more bullets to shut them up).
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Two cops heard the gunfire, and saw Brad run in after being late.
Cop: Uh Heines looks like we got an 64-G in progress.
Steve Heines: (confused stare).
Cop: Armed robbery with a gun!
Steve Heines: (confused stare)
Cop: (draws picture of a stickman robing another stickman with a pistol) Come on man, you know this.
Steve Heines: Ohh, a shooty-stealy!
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Guard: (reaches for alarm).
Trevor: Don't touch that alarm! (shoots it, ironically triggering it) DAMN IT!
Another guard comes in, unaware of the current situation.
Guard 2: (happily) Ohh I'm so excited, first day as a security guar-
Brad: (panics and shooting guard 2 dead with his AP Pistol).
Guard 2: Crap. (dies).
Brad: (examines the body and begins to panic) Oh shit! Now it's murder man! IT'S MURDER!
Michael: Just rel-
Brad: FUCK THAT! (jumps though the glass window) I WANNA LIVE! (lands on the highway, and gets ran over by a OC Transpo bus).
Michael: SHIT!.. Trevor! Brad is dead!
Trevor: Very funny Michael.
Michael: I'm serious, there's pieces of him everywh-
Trevor: (ignores him and points gun at cashier) GIVE ME THE MONEY!
Cashier: (gives him it).
Trevor: (looks in it bt it explodes) AHH! DYE PACK!.. (Trevor tries to get a tissue, but the tissue box is also a dye pack. Enraged, he then hits a bank teller, who turns out to also be a dye pack).
Trevor: ... Is anyone NOT a dye pack?.. Speak now and I won't shoot.
Guy: I a- (gets shot in the arm). You sa-
Trevor: I lied.
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LATER:
Trevor: This way to the chopper!
Michael: No!.. Stick to the fuckin plan. Follow me.. (suddenly gets shot by sniper).
Michael: (proving to be a HORRIBLE actor) AHH! Lights fading, limbs growing cold.. I see a tunnel.. Must. Move. Toward the light.
Trevor: Michael, just hang on.
Michael: (poorly imitating Christopher Walken) Mother?.. Is that you?.. Your little boy.. Is coming home!
Trevor: ... How hard did he hit you exactly?
Michael: (whispers) Rose-buds.. (pretends to be dead).
Trevor: Michael.. I see you breathing, cut it ou- (gets shot at).
Trevor: I ain't leaving this spot!
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Trevor ironically is running as far away from the spot as he could, leading to everything that happens from that point of the game.
It'll be way easier to write this in script form.. I obviously wasn't getting anywhere writing it the other way.
Joe: You screwed up asshole!
Rick: Yes, yes., You said that several times now..
Joe: You killed our friend, now were kill YOU!
Rick: Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: ... A -Are you serious.. I literary JUST explained it.
Rick: Explained what?
Joe: ... Are you braindead or something?
Rick: ... Who's braindead? Is he a friend of yours?
Joe: Shut up!.. I'll shoot your brains out.
Rick: That's horrible. Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: (screaming) BECAUSE YOU KILLED OUR FUCKIN FRIEND!
Rick: WHEN!?
Joe: In the house, idiot!
Rick: What house!?
Joe: Just shut and listen!... I won't kill you straight away! First were beat Daryl to death.. Then the girl... Then were shoot and be square.
Rick: (singing in head) "And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon"
Joe: You screwed up asshole!
Rick: Yes, yes., You said that several times now..
Joe: You killed our friend, now were kill YOU!
Rick: Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: ... A -Are you serious.. I literary JUST explained it.
Rick: Explained what?
Joe: ... Are you braindead or something?
Rick: ... Who's braindead? Is he a friend of yours?
Joe: Shut up!.. I'll shoot your brains out.
Rick: That's horrible. Why would you want to kill me?
Joe: (screaming) BECAUSE YOU KILLED OUR FUCKIN FRIEND!
Rick: WHEN!?
Joe: In the house, idiot!
Rick: What house!?
Joe: Just shut and listen!... I won't kill you straight away! First were beat Daryl to death.. Then the girl... Then were shoot and be square.
Rick: (singing in head) "And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon"