Vinnie was never bright. Normal people would have used a team, but Vinnie was a one-man army in his words.
Running into the back, he pointed his gun at the worker, "Open the crate bitch!"
The older man nodded fearfully and pried open the crates, revealing beautiful pink frilly dresses with bows and ribbon. Vinnie growled, "Where's the dough?"
"This is a boutique, not the bank, you big idiot!"
"Shut up!" Vinnie screamed, voice breaking. He then shot the truck and said, "Run from Big Vin!"
The man ran, but not in particular fear.
And meanwhile, Vinnie unceremoniously left.