Jack and Mugs， two second-story men from Flatbush， were comparing notes on recent burglaries.
“Didja get anything on that last heist？” Jack asked.
“Nuttin' at all，” Mugs admitted. “Toins out that the guy that lives there's a lawyer.”
“Jeez， ain't that the breaks，” his friend sympathized.
“Didja lose anything？”