FREEZE!... Okay, now... Who's the brains of this outfit?

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Based on a Gary Larson cartoon.

Prompt: A caricature-style cartoon depicts a tense scene in a room, likely a police raid with the room's door open wide. In the foreground, three men are seated around a table, with one man on the right having an unusually large, super-intelligent head and wearing glasses, a white shirt, and a tie. He is looking towards the left, with a calm expression. Next to him, another thuggish man is seen from behind, with a large stack of green money on the table before him. To the left, an incredibly unintelligent looking man with a worried expression is seated. Standing in the background, two figures are present: one in a police uniform holding a pump action shotgun, and another a tough hard bitten detective in a trench coat and fedora is pointing his pistol at the crooks. The environment is sparsely decorated, with a door labeled "214" on the left and a framed picture of a cow hanging on the wall to the right, illuminated by a single bare lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. The lighting is dim and uneven, casting shadows and contributing to a slightly absurd and dramatic atmosphere. The perspective is eye-level, capturing the interaction between the characters. The style is classic comic strip, with bold outlines and simplified forms (no text, no speech bubbles))

In a gritty, comic book style, a tense standoff unfolds in a dilapidated room. A man with a significantly enlarged head and glasses sits calmly at a wooden table, hands clasped, wearing a white shirt, brown waistcoat, and tie. Across from him, a man in a dark suit and flat cap holds a revolver on the table, which is piled high with stacks of cash labeled "LOOT." Another man behind the man with the flat cap looks terrified, mouth agape and sweating profusely.

The room is dimly lit by a single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls are peeling and stained, revealing patches of dampness. Through an open wooden door, labeled "214," a detective in a trench coat and fedora bursts in, aiming a pistol with an angry expression. Behind him, other figures in hats and suits are partially visible in the shadows.

To the right of the doorway, a police officer in a blue uniform and cap stands ready, holding a shotgun. On the wall behind him, a framed picture of a brown and white cow hangs askew. The wooden floor shows signs of wear and tear, and a glass with amber liquid sits on the table near the cash. The overall impression is a