The jingling of coins echoed through the bank vault as The Nightman began to pour out giant cartoon money bags into the palm of his hand and sending it through his own infinity portal, sending it back to his hideout at the abandoned Proje.......I'm sorry. Yes. Yes dark prince. I understand. My apologies.  It occurs to me now, through the righteous and superior thinking of my lord that it would not be wise for me to divulge such sensitive information. Sir, please. Divulge only sort of sounds like bulge. Please stop giggling and return to stealing things to fund our.....your......nothing.....<br/><br/>Ahem. The Nightman hissed quite audibly, as he is want to do when agitated, at the realization that it would be quite easier to just teleport the whimsical sacks of money in one piece so that he does not have to sort them later.  Hey! Wait...watch...watch where you are throwing those gold bricks! What do you mean you threw them on purpose?! No I was not making fun of you!<br/><br/>A final gold brick whizzed next to the narrator's frame and smashed into a large golden brick shaped button with a sign below it reading:<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000">PRESS HERE WITH A GOLD BRICK TO CALL SECURITY</span></span><br/><br/>The Nightman hissed quite foully.<br/><br/>"Look what you have done peasant. Quickly. Back to the hideout."<br/><br/>Alarms rang loud enough to alert half the town, and subsequent halves of other towns, who really do hate that bank siren in particular. The Nightman clapped his hands and hissed, creating a person sized portal that he flying karate kicked his way through to escape with his spoils.