Botulism
Really Corrupt
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"So you tellin' me you fucked this broad?"
"I did, was not too shabby, no?"
"..And how'd her husband find out?"
"Jan...She told me he said he noticed a smell about her. Some shit like that."
"You fucking ragheads..." A chortle, from the Brooklyn cop. "You prolly don't even notice that stench of yours. What' you fuckers eat anyway? Kebabs? Tikka Masala?"
"..None of the sort. We have a snack called...Shawarma. Your American pig palette would be amazed by it."
A smile toward his partner under his mask. "You fuckin' Arabs and your senses of humor... You know, technically this makes it even, you know dat' right? I fucked this Bosnian bitch way back in ninety-six...Five dollars to her brother for anything I wanted? Whooh. Make that same deal to my father-in-law...
and he'd disembowel me with a fucking wooden cooking spoon."
"..Bosnians, ey?" The Arab cop said, deep in thought.
"Why'd they even call you PATRIOT anyway? Least fuckin' American guy in this place. I remember the first day you were here -- you didn't even know New York was a state."
"..Jew York, more like, but we can agree on this - Give me a second, I'll think of something funny in no time."
A venomous laugh from the Brooklyn Civil Protection Officer.
Awkward, but it worked. Not everything in life was cinematic.
"Say, honey -- aren' we comin' up on third? How about we pay Jan a little visit? If we're lucky, we can blow that bitches' brains out right in front of him."
"After showin' him how it's done, of course -- hahah!"
"With AirWatch watching our asses? No chance, habibi."
"That's an OLD scanner model, man -- they take two friggin' minutes to upload every photo to the central database -- didn't I tell you about my stint as an operator for one of those? Told them I fuckin' ACED the Manhack Arcade...Anyway, tell you what.."
The Brooklyn Cop got into a whisper.
"You go up execution style with that thing following you, and when you're taking them out? I come in and crank this ole' Charlie-Victor one-point-five-G on that baby..How's that sound, bub? I'll turn it up on the highest setting too..That thing won't know what hit it."
"And will they recognize us on the other end?"
"I did, was not too shabby, no?"
"..And how'd her husband find out?"
"Jan...She told me he said he noticed a smell about her. Some shit like that."
"You fucking ragheads..." A chortle, from the Brooklyn cop. "You prolly don't even notice that stench of yours. What' you fuckers eat anyway? Kebabs? Tikka Masala?"
"..None of the sort. We have a snack called...Shawarma. Your American pig palette would be amazed by it."
A smile toward his partner under his mask. "You fuckin' Arabs and your senses of humor... You know, technically this makes it even, you know dat' right? I fucked this Bosnian bitch way back in ninety-six...Five dollars to her brother for anything I wanted? Whooh. Make that same deal to my father-in-law...
and he'd disembowel me with a fucking wooden cooking spoon."
"..Bosnians, ey?" The Arab cop said, deep in thought.
"Why'd they even call you PATRIOT anyway? Least fuckin' American guy in this place. I remember the first day you were here -- you didn't even know New York was a state."
"..Jew York, more like, but we can agree on this - Give me a second, I'll think of something funny in no time."
A venomous laugh from the Brooklyn Civil Protection Officer.
Awkward, but it worked. Not everything in life was cinematic.
"Say, honey -- aren' we comin' up on third? How about we pay Jan a little visit? If we're lucky, we can blow that bitches' brains out right in front of him."
"After showin' him how it's done, of course -- hahah!"
"With AirWatch watching our asses? No chance, habibi."
"That's an OLD scanner model, man -- they take two friggin' minutes to upload every photo to the central database -- didn't I tell you about my stint as an operator for one of those? Told them I fuckin' ACED the Manhack Arcade...Anyway, tell you what.."
The Brooklyn Cop got into a whisper.
"You go up execution style with that thing following you, and when you're taking them out? I come in and crank this ole' Charlie-Victor one-point-five-G on that baby..How's that sound, bub? I'll turn it up on the highest setting too..That thing won't know what hit it."
"And will they recognize us on the other end?"