"He sure ain't doing much moving," said Pete, coming around the end of the bar. "I'd better take a look."
"Man, I didn't hit him that hard."
"Well, man, he sure asked for it," said Shorty. "And me and Pete will be right here to tell the cops that the guy was a crook and tried to rob your money. Right, Pete?"
"George, this guy's got no pulse," Pete said.
"Watcha gonna do, George?" Shorty said.
"Just shut up and wait a minute," Pete said. "I think he's trying to say something."
The man's eyes pleaded with each of the three. His lips quietly formed their message:
"Dime."
"Wow, talk about persistence," said Shorty.
George looked at his change on the bar.