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Sure enough, less than an hour later, the little
shits‘ parents showed up with the cops.
We were eating ribs. He came right at me and
punched me.
They started it.
Before I could say anything, Mark grabbed
the boiling hot rib broth and threw it in his
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The muscleheads each kicked one of the
dads. The dads went down, howling.
“What are you doing!” the cop yelled. “Am I
not even here?”
He looked familiar. It was the same cop who
came to my house the other day.
“Officer, they started it,” I said.
“I got a call saying you’re murdering people,”
he said.
“Really?” I saw the two little shits, bruised
and scared.
“They’re lying,” Mark said. “Officer, we’re
upstanding citizens. Big time.”
“They kidnapped me!” one of the shits yelled,
then hid behind the cop.
“Kidnapped? You’re out of your mind! Did my
fist make your face look like that?”
“You threatened me!” the shit pointed to one
of the muscleheads. “He tricked me into
coming here!”
く
The musclehead laughed. “Got any proof?”
The shit shut up. Then he remembered
something. “They have a dead body in there! I
saw it!”
The cop ran inside and saw the pork ribs all
cut up on the chopping block.
“Officer, it’s not illegal to make ribs, is it?” |
said.
The cop smiled. “Nope. Looks like a
misunderstanding. I’m out.”
The dad struggled to get up. “Officer, that’s
it?”
The cop said, “What do you want me to do?
You got evidence, I’ll arrest him right now.”
The dad looked at the shit. The shit shook her
head.
Mark saluted the cop. “Thanks, Officer.”
The cop smiled and nodded.
