"Good cop, bad cop routine?" Charity asked.

Greed nodded.

They both turned back on the victim.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you," Charity started. 'It's just that we need information. I swear I'll leave you unscathed if you tell us whet we need to know."

"Or else, I'm going to torture the info out of you, then make sure you get higher taxes," Greed snapped.

"Higher taxes?" the victim asked in disbelief. He then started to laugh. "Oh, lady! I don't give a—"

Greed whipped out a book and a pen. "The taxes you will be charged with increase per second. Every line is equal to [insert amount of money in any currency, preferably Rp 10.000]. Starting now." She started to write down lines per second. "You've reached ten lines. Twenty lines. Thirty lines. Forty lines. Fifty lines. Sixty lines. Seventy—"

"Okay, okay, I'll talk!"