The fat man and the taller man that was holding the baseball bat are
fighting.
Trudy unbuttons her gun holster and pulls out her sidearm.
"Shit! Shit! I don't remember how to disengage the safety thingy. Shit."
The taller guy punches the fat guy and he falls to the ground. The tall guy bends over and picks up the baseball bat. He gets ready to swing it.
"Shit! Whoa! Whoa!" she points the still safety enabled gun at the guy, "Freeze! Don't you dare swing that bat! I'll shoot! I mean it! I will!"
He drops the bat. The fat guy gets back up.
"That's him officer. That's the shithead. Arrest him and take his sorry ass back to jail." Said Fat man.
"He's the shit head!"
"No, you are!"
"Stop it! You're both shitheads! Just why are you so angry at each other?"
The fat guy responds, "Ryan heres wife left him six months ago and he asked me whether, or not he could stay here and I said sure. Why not? A fellow friend in need."
"That correct sir?" asks Trudy.
"I reckon."
"Anyway, I asked him for rent. I only asked him for three things: Rent money, clean up after himself and no alcohol. He lost his job when he got caught drinking on the job, so he'd come home drunk and didn't have the rent money. I was real angry and we had a fight about it, but again I turned the other cheek and let him stay. Then his car broke down. He put it on cinder blocks and left it there."
"I ran out of money."
"And now I got the city telling me that I have to move it, or junk it since it's been sitting there for over three months and all he does is sits around getting drunk!"
"I was going to fix it, but he stole my money!"
"You stole his money? How much?" asks Trudy.
"About sixty bucks," Ryan answers her.
"Well, he wasn't helping out on the rent, so the electricity, water, all are higher when he's here, so I took some to compensate."
"You stole it!" yells Ryan.
- Ryan shoves the fat guy. -
"Hey now! Come on! You two were best friends. Don't you think you could still get along?"
"Maybe," says Ryan.
"I don't know." replies the fat guy.
"Lets just be calm and talk this out and stop trying to bash each other's skulls in."
Trudy unbuttons her gun holster and pulls out her sidearm.
"Shit! Shit! I don't remember how to disengage the safety thingy. Shit."
The taller guy punches the fat guy and he falls to the ground. The tall guy bends over and picks up the baseball bat. He gets ready to swing it.
"Shit! Whoa! Whoa!" she points the still safety enabled gun at the guy, "Freeze! Don't you dare swing that bat! I'll shoot! I mean it! I will!"
He drops the bat. The fat guy gets back up.
"That's him officer. That's the shithead. Arrest him and take his sorry ass back to jail." Said Fat man.
"He's the shit head!"
"No, you are!"
"Stop it! You're both shitheads! Just why are you so angry at each other?"
The fat guy responds, "Ryan heres wife left him six months ago and he asked me whether, or not he could stay here and I said sure. Why not? A fellow friend in need."
"That correct sir?" asks Trudy.
"I reckon."
"Anyway, I asked him for rent. I only asked him for three things: Rent money, clean up after himself and no alcohol. He lost his job when he got caught drinking on the job, so he'd come home drunk and didn't have the rent money. I was real angry and we had a fight about it, but again I turned the other cheek and let him stay. Then his car broke down. He put it on cinder blocks and left it there."
"I ran out of money."
"And now I got the city telling me that I have to move it, or junk it since it's been sitting there for over three months and all he does is sits around getting drunk!"
"I was going to fix it, but he stole my money!"
"You stole his money? How much?" asks Trudy.
"About sixty bucks," Ryan answers her.
"Well, he wasn't helping out on the rent, so the electricity, water, all are higher when he's here, so I took some to compensate."
"You stole it!" yells Ryan.
- Ryan shoves the fat guy. -
"Hey now! Come on! You two were best friends. Don't you think you could still get along?"
"Maybe," says Ryan.
"I don't know." replies the fat guy.
"Lets just be calm and talk this out and stop trying to bash each other's skulls in."