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“G-get the fuck back!” There were a lot of things Orin had come to expect from his new life back in the Big 0-2. Casual racism, way more smoking, and a show on Comedy Central where Jimmy Kimmel had girls in sundresses, bikinis, or lingerie jump on trampolines.Honestly, he was getting pretty used to all that.“Y’heard me! Get back!”It was just all the crime in this New York that had him a little confused; so confused, in fact, that it was lapping the list of things that spun his head around. 

Even more than C-Mobile.“I’ll light this bitch up!”Another day, another genius with a gun. This time it was Queens, outside a check-cashing place with a dingy torn-up blue awning and a big white sign in the window that said ‘NO ID? NO PROBLEM!’ Frankly, that whole concept seemed like a much bigger crime — and not just on the business’s side — but the Green Lantern didn’t deal with fraud.Not when a some delivery guy with a bag of takeout was being held at gunpoint by some guy in a ski mask in the middle of the street. He wasn’t alone either; two friends with him wearing matching ski masks in the middle of their own panic attacks. One of them was rushing out of the check place with a bag full to bursting with bills and the other sat behind the wheel of a — likely stolen — car, the getaway driver slapping the dashboard of the beat-to-shit Camry and screaming at the other two to ‘hurry the fuck up’!The one with the bag was at least following that instruction, already halfway into the backseat with the bag, but the one with the gun seemed to be having too much fun aiming it.Which made no sense, considering the delivery guy had his hands up.

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