See him slide around, trying to grab my black briefcases. My men spin like angry hornets, ready to knock him flat. Every case he snatches adds to his score, but my thugs get faster with each steal. Let one of them touch him, and he is out cold. How many of my deals can he spoil before he gets caught? I will watch from my velvet chair.
That sneaky agent dodges my boys. Snatch the briefcase if you can.