“Really?” the cop
asks smugly, “Well, you’ve got one heck of a taste in people to get picked up
with, anyway. Ever hear of Steven?”
You look at him
blankly.
“Steven of axe?”
You and the guy
look at him blankly.
“He’s a mafia
bounty hunter? One of America’s Most
Wanted?”
More blankness.
“Geez, you people
need to watch more TV,” he scratches his forehead. “Alright; outta the car, Steve.”
The guy shrugs, “My
name isn’t Steve; it’s Pete-” the huge cop smashes his nightstick over the back
of the guy’s head, sending his body reeling into the roof of the car. The cop quickly cuffs him and throws him on
the ground, unconscious. His big nose
looks broken and he’s got blood all over his blonde curls. You
Try to attack the cop despite the disorienting feeling of being in a nightmare.
Ask who the heck “Steven of axe” is and try desperately to explain that the guy can’t be some
kind of axe murderer.
