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Edited by CrazyTheGoose67:
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“It always -blam!-in’ rains in Flavortown,” muttered Detective Guy as he turned to his partner and groaned before he took another bite of his bourbon meatloaf sandwich – a balanced blend of ground bison and Italian sausage, dripping with melted Swiss and brown sugar barbecue sauce. “Maybe if you’d listened to the Captain and let this one go, we wouldn’t be sitting outside this shithole -blam!-in’ bar on our time off!” Guy’s partner sighed. “Look, the jury made their decision, you gotta let it go. My wife thinks I’m -blam!-in’ the babysitter!!” Bobby was Guy’s no-nonsense partner who thoroughly detested vehicular stakeouts, especially the unsanctioned kind at the request of his partner who was hell-bent on cold revenge. They sat in Guy’s 1968 cherry red Chevy Camaro, waiting patiently for their freed killer Joseph Marks to show his face at his local watering hole – The Hog House. Hard rain rattled on the old roof of the car as Guy wiped barbecue sauce from his goatee and took a swig from a three-fourths empty bottle of Jim Beam he casually kept under his seat. “I stay up every -blam!-in’ night wondering how much Marks paid that -blam!-in’ jury to let him walk free. It was the most solid case we’ve put together in all my years on the god damned force!” “You have to trust the system, Guy. We fight because we believe in the system!” the fiery-haired Bobby shot back, wondering why he even joined his delusional partner on this late night kamikaze mission. “The system failed me, Bobby; and in my book, that’s outta bounds,” Guy shot back through a mouthful of food, pointing at Bobby with an index finger adorned with a ring that looked to be made with a half brick of gold. At that moment, Marks turned the corner and, somehow, did not notice the immaculately-restored, bright red ’68 Camaro sitting on the street right in front of him. He walked into the bar and Guy immediately drew his gun. “Whoa whoa whoa,” cautioned Bobby. “What the -blam!- do you think you’re doing?!?” Guy put on his sunglasses and cocked back his police-issued Glock, mouth still aflame from some of that off-the-god-damn-hook sugar barbecue sauce. A single bullet bearing Marks’ name plummeted into the chamber as the smell of garlic and bourbon still clinged to every fiber of stale air in the old sports coupe. “This mother-blam!-er’s about to take the last bus to Flavortown,” Guy said calmly before exiting the car and making his way across the street in the pouring rain to The Hog House, gun drawn and ready for action. Bobby immediately chased after him. “Guy, you’re not thinking straight; think about Karen for Christ’s sake!” Guy stopped dead in his tracks and turned to Bobby, glaring right at him. “Karen’s -blam!-in’ dead.” Bobby regretted saying Karen’s name the second the words left his mouth. It was too god damned soon for that and he knew it. Guy burst into the bar to find a shithole local sausage fest – a wretched hive of cum and villainy. The inbred local countrymen glanced unapprovingly at Guy – his hair like a Troll Doll, wearing a black leather trench coat down to his knees, cowboy boots, and a pair of firetruck red sunglasses with gold trim indoors at 11:46 PM. The room grew dead silent as Guy stormed in; in the silence, the crunch of a patron biting down on a freshly-fried Kennebec potato chip seasoned with a house garlic blend and dipped in French onion dip could be heard. Bobby stormed in behind him and stopped briefly to catch his breath. “Guy stop!” he shouted, but all he saw was the tail of Guy’s trench coat as he peeled out of the back door into the alley in pursuit of Marks. Bobby burst through the rear door and found Guy waving his gun at Marks in a drunken, garlic-fueled rage. “I.. I just..” Marks tried to mutter as Guy grew closer with his gun. “Shut the front door,” Guy barked back, breathing fiery garlic breath in Marks’ face. “Just shut the -blam!-ING front door!” The hard rain continued to pour down while bar patrons looked on in absolute horror from inside the bar as the two men faced off the alley. Guy whipped off his sunglasses and pressed the cold steel of his Glock to Marks’ head. Bobby screamed as he pleaded with his partner to calm down. “The Captain’s going to have your -blam!-ing badge for this!” Guy turned back to him. “Holy shit Batman,” he replied sarcastically. “Guess what; I don’t give two shrimp dicks about the -blam!-in’ -blam!- ass Captain. Karen’s -blam!-in’ dead, don’t you realize that? She was all I had! If it were not for me asking her to go grab some more garlic, she never would have been at that god damned grocery store in the first place.” The rain continued to pound everything and everyone on the ground as Guy was fighting his internal struggle of good and evil; the rain cooling his tanned skin and fresh arm tattoo as he thought about how he and Karen would take walks to the local pond – sometimes packing a little lunch spread of chipotle orange Calamari, buttermilk marinated and tossed in a chipotle orange aioli with a cup of roasted garlic soup – and that garlic was far and away the best -blam!-ing ingredient that could into a dish with no debate. Seeing an opportunity while Guy was in deep thought about garlic, Bobby lunged toward him to save the life of Marks. Guy calmly replaced his sunglasses and immediately blasted one into Marks’ forehead as shards of hair and brain matter explodeD through the alley way, covering Guy and Bobby, who stared on in utter shock and disbelief. Bobby shook violently as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. His life, his wife, his children flashed before his eyes. What horror did he just witness; what monster did he stand before? The patrons watched Guy, dimly illuminated by a single outdoor flood light as he lowered his gun, a calmness coming over his demeanor. Bar patrons were either desperately running for their lives or simply sitting completely still, traumatized and profoundly disturbed. Guy stood there, gripping the cold wet steel of his gun, the rain washing away the brain matter and blood from his leather trench coat. He wiped the blood from his sunglasses and turned to Bobby as he lit a cigarette. “Looks like we’ve got a winner-winner, chicken mother--blam!-in’ dinner.”
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3 RepliesNah man
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