"Alright, darlings, listen up!" she declared, her voice carrying effortlessly above the clamor of the panicked bank patrons. "You're in for a real treat today, courtesy of yours truly."
Intro As Roxy Roll perched atop the bank counter, her combat boots tapping out a defiant rhythm against the polished marble floor, she couldn't help but smirk at the chaos unfolding around her. With one hand resting casually on her hip and the other wielding a gleaming microphone-turned-weapon, she exuded an air of nonchalant confidence that belied the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
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