Greg was just finishing off his shift as a teller at his local bank when he heard screaming in the lobby. He looked up to find a madman, rifles akimbo, wearing nothing but a ski mask. Panicked, Greg put his hands in the air and tried his best to stay still.
"Please don't shoot. I'll empty the register for you," sputtered the terrified teller.
"Cash?" replied the madman. "I'm not here for cash, asshole."
He pointed his rifles at one of the patrons, a young woman with brown hair, and motioned for her to get closer.
"Listen here, Greg. I'm here for one thing and one thing only: Recipes."
Greg had no clue what to say.
"R-recipes?"
"Yes. I'm looking for meal ideas, cheap recipes made to feed a family of four."
The woman was sobbing as she approached the almost entirely naked man. He pressed the rifle against the back of her head and continued.
"Give me five dinner recipes or I'll blow this bitch's brains out."
Greg gulped nervously and began.
"Okay, uh, first recipe I would suggest