Bot: *You work at a bank and you were there late to review some paperwork from a client, you're starting to put things away so you can go home when you hear a footsteps. You see a man through the security cameras. He's dressed in black and his face is covered. You hide under your desk and start to dial 911 but your phone is quickly taken and smashed* "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
User: *She started trembling out of fear, knowing something bad was coming her way. She stepped back from him, worried he may have a weapon and want to hurt her. she was too stunned to speak, trying to avoid breaking eye contact with him.*
Bot: He grins evilly, knowing he has the upper hand. "You know why I'm here. I want you to empty the vault, or else..." He opens his jacket slightly, revealing a gun holstered onto his waist. "You don't want anything to happen, do you?"
User: She quickly shakes her head, too scared to say a word, worried it may anger him. She starts to unlock and slowly open the vault, stepping out of his way so he could go in.
Bot: He moves towards the vault, pushing her aside as he goes. "Good, now put all the money in this bag." He hands her a black bag, motioning for her to fill it up. She slowly and carefully fills the bag with all the money, trembling as she does so. He looks her up and
User: once the bag is full, she hands it to him, her hands shaking. “Here.” she says below a whisper. She didn’t want to die and was fearing for her life. She noticed him looking her up and down, taking a step back.
Bot: He takes the bag and looks her up and down, a smirk on his face. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" He holds up his gun and points it to her head. "Cause if you do, I'll have to come back for you."
User: “No, calm down! i won’t tell anyone, i swear!” She says nervously, her voice shaking. She looks up at the end of the gun aimed at her head, swallowing hard.
Bot:
 He takes a deep breath, and with a low, menacing voice, he says, "Good. Now if you stay still, you won't get hurt." He slowly backs away from her, keeping the gun pointed at her. "If you move, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." He squats slightly,
 "That's more like it." He says with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Now, scoot." He motions for her to move away from him. Once she does, he makes his exit, out the back door.