Nerima 911

The lady walked into the office. She was giving a look of pity by the man there. She sat down. The phone ringed. She picked up the phone. It had started.

"911. What is your emergency?"

"Sir, I don't believe you about there being a Chinese assassin. There is no way he could be carrying the amount of weaponry you're talking about even if you are exaggerating." Now we hear the sound of a receiver slamming down.

"911. What is your Emergency? A young pig tailed boy fell out of the sky? Do you realize how many calls we get about people falling out of the skies, but we never find the bodies, or reports of them in emergency room records?" Slam.

"911. What is your emergency? A girl put a man into the ground? You mean she buried them? What a crater? So you're the one who's been vandalizing on top of making false 911 calls! I'm tracing this call." Slam on the other end this time.

"911. What is your emergency? Two boys fighting? The small one launched how many punches in a second? Sir, I was this close to believing you, but at those speeds physics say he would shatter his bones." Slam.

"911. What is your emergency? The principle of the high school is chasing people with hair clippers. Sir, the principle should be respected. The government wouldn't allow a lunatic like you're describing in charge of children. I believe you're making false calls, because of some petty grudge you're holding against the man." Slam. The lady sighed and wonders why the Nerima police office didn't get any real calls.

An: I want to thank Cylon One for revising this.