"Molly, why are we stealing presents from a children's party?" Bill whispered. "Because they're untraceable, and everyone will blame the kids," Molly replied. "But isn't that just mean?" "Stealing is mean, Bill. That's kind of the point." "I guess so. But won't there be a lot of crying kids?" "Probably. But just think of the resale value of those gifts." "Still, I'm not sure about this. Can't we just rob a bank or something?" "Too risky. But this party is at a mansion, and no one will suspect a couple of party-goers. We'll blend right in." "Alright, Molly. I trust your judgment. But if a kid cries on me, I'm out." Molly rolled her eyes, "Let's just focus on the job, okay?" "Fine, but I'm wearing a mask just in case." "Good idea, Bill. No one will suspect a thing." Bill sighed, "I still think we should reconsider the ethics of this." "The ethics of stealing? Really, Bill?" "You know what I mean, Molly. These are kids we're talking about." "And they'll get over it. Now put on your mask and let's get those presents."