You go in to get the money while me and Charlie wait in the car, engine running. When you come out a very short – too short of a time later, you tell us that you decided to not rob the store and instead purchased oreos. Charlie leans over the seat, tentativeness in his voice. Did you get Double Stuf? He asks. You reach into your coat and pull out the gun and place it on the seat between us. On top of the gun you place a package of (yes) (YES!) Double Stuf oreos. Score! Shouts Charlie, and we sit in the parked car and eat them, engine running.