It is a hard life being in the MOBSTER KINGPIN’S employ. You work the SASSY SPEAKEASY nightshift, SASSY SPEAKEASIES being a thing despite Paradox City’s stark lack of PROHIBITION. You are constantly harrassed by RIVAL GANGS, such as THE FELT, whose clock cache you are knocking over RIGHT THE NOW.
Some may think bombing the fuck out of security systems and then ransacking SWEET TIMEPIECE SUPPLIES sounds a good gig. It is not. Just check out these two assholes, screwing up your shit, jumping through the window. Who do they even think they are?
Oh fuck. It is TH3 OR4C3L3 and Justin Time. Grim scowls abound! Maybe you should surround them and charge one by one, grappling with many a snappy onomatopoeia.
Or you could just fucking shoot them.