Sagan er skrifuð á ensku, bæði vegna þess að ég skrifaði hana í enskutíma og síðan eru nokkrar setningar og frasar sem yrðu ekki nærri því jafn svalar á íslensku.


The fog around the city sneaked up to the grey tombstone buildings, like a mouse that wants it's cheese. If you would look into the alley between Spooner street and Fourth Avenue you would see a bizarre sight. A man named Brosco was planning a heist at the nearest bank called ‘'The George Foreman bank’'. He had some help with him; 50 people all armed with heavy weapons. It was almost dawn…

Ex-cop Johnny Sunday woke up in the sub-urban neighbourhood near ‘'the big apple’'. Suddenly the phone rang. It was officer McPhillips: ‘'Johnny you old slag, we need you back on the force, we are dealing with a heist at ’'the George Foreman bank!''. Johnny had no doubt about it, he was itching to get back on the field. When he started the Cadillac the only thought on his mind was: ‘'I’m too old for this shit…''

He drove the Cadillac up to the police station ,,Oh there are many memories in here…'' Johnny walked up the the good-old coffe shop. There he saw him; Glass McPhillips, sitting at the desk with the biggest donut Johnny had ever seen!
''Wow! That's a mighty big donut!'' Johnny said with a shock in his voice. ‘'We got bigger things to worry about than how big my lunch is!’' said Officer Glass, although he couldn't hide the smile behind that mustache.

Officer Glass McPhillips was a small chubby man with black hair, big glasses(which is ironic considering his name is Glass) and he had a smart suit and a yellow tie. And he was black.
Officer Glass and Johnny spent over an hour to discuss the case, planning tactical operations and going over blueprints of the George Foreman's bank. Later that day they went to New York downtown and checked out the bank. There he saw the evil Brosco with his team in the alley near the bank. Johnny took out his golden samurai sword and took out Bronco and his team either fled or surrendered.

The End