"Now, I'll count to three, and when I reach three, I want you to put down the gun, place your hands on the table, sit down, and don't make any sudden moves," Jules said, pulling Little Pumpkin, who was holding a gun, in front of him. He pressed his own gun against Little Pumpkin's chin and said sternly, "Ready? One, two, three!"
After he finished counting, the robber Little Pumpkin paused for two seconds, then slowly sat down in front of him. His eyes, unblinking, were fixated on the muzzle of the gun, his nerves taut.
"Let him go now!" shouted the female robber Little Rabbit, standing on another dining table.
"Calm down, Yolanda!" Jules, using the name he had just learned from Little Pumpkin, admonished. "Your shouting makes me nervous, and when I'm nervous, I get scared, and when I get scared, my gun might fire."
