And that was her fatal mistake. Little did the lady know that Tom Powers, being public enemy number one and a master criminal, was wearing a kevlar vest and jock strap ensemble under his jammies. Her measly, girlish derringer shot bounced off his chest like he was superman.
She soon found herself outside of the window and on her way down from the 43rd floor to the cold, waiting sidewalk. As she fell she thought, 'I shouldn't have burnt those eggs'.
And such will always be the fate of the weaker sex.
*bow*
The End.
*fade to black*
