Curly looked like a child whose Christmas present was taken after he unwrapped it. He grumbled a bit, but knew Larry was right, in the end. “Okay Larry…I get it, but no fund unless I get to watch!” He dropped the gun, and the sling naturally let it swing to his back as he walked to the back of the bank towards the vault. He’d got there in time to hear the manager mention something about a big deposit and saw the cash that was stacked oh-so-pretty. “Well…shit…okay. We’re going to need a few more bags.” He said gently.<br/><br/>There weren’t many times in his life where he got a chance to truly marvel at something. He just stood there, mouth slightly open and sweat showing on his forehead. He was looking at at least 80k each. He wasn’t greedy, he’d let the others fight over the loose change. His hand went to the manager’s ass and rubbed it gently. Seeing all that money got him in the mood somethin’ fierce, and he was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.<br/>