"Can I pickpocket you?"

"Sure."

Dicky reached for Sarah's purse. As he reached for Sarah's wallet he screamed out in pain. He pulled out his hand and a tiny shark with horse legs clung to his fingers.

"What the fuck is this?!"

"It's my LandShark bobblehead. I bought it in Chicago." Sarah blinked.

"Well get it off me!"

Drops of blood started to drip on the sidewalk. Sarah pulled the mechanism underneath the LandShark bobblehead. In a mechanical voice it chirped,

"Chomp!" 

An hour later, Dicky tried again, this time breaking into Sarah's apartment. After the bobblehead incident and several stitches later, he was determined to get in Sarah's pants. She was sitting by the fireplace reading. As he drew closer to her she looked up and smiled at him.

"Hi Dicky."

A rumble from the 2nd floor erupted as cracks formed in the ceiling. Before Dicky could reach for Sarah, the ceiling collapsed. A pile of rubble fell on Dicky.

Sarah reached into his pocket, managed to take out $461. She then walked over to the federal bank, deposited $298,674, then got on the phone with her accountant to have him find Dicky's bank account and wire him exactly $461 back.

She then got on a plane to Chicago. When she arrived in her hotel room, she received a phonecall. 

"Where are you?" Dicky's voice was on the other end.

"Chicago." Sarah said simply.

Moments later, Sarah heard a knock at the door. She looked through the peephole. Dicky was in crutches and covered in bandages. She opened the door as he hobbled in.