-Well, I'm back. Figured I might as well end the story…

You figure that woman wouldn't be such a bitch. All they wanted was an appointment with the judge, but I guess that when people have asbestos in their eyes, blinding them for life, you just can't help but get a little moody at times. The woman shot straight up to the surprise of Beat, who thought that she would be wriggling on the ground, the asbestos burning holes in her pupils. They probably were, but at that moment, before she died, she wanted to take at least one person with her. Her eyes, straining to see what she last remembered (a brown trench-coat clad person with greasy hair) had made out a blur of three people. Only one of them had any brown on them.

"Ya!"

With the speed of a vicious jaguar, the woman flew out from behind her desk, high-heels flying off into the air. They landed in an awkward lump on the floor as she wrestled Onishima who had a perverse look on his face. Beat and the officer quickly went to opposite sides of the room as a volley of kicks, punches, and screams were exchanged. During the fight, and much to the confusion of Beat, the woman, and the officer, Onishima said with a cautious voice, "Are you sure we should do this with people watching us?"

The fight continued until a few officers of another precinct came in with a criminal of their own. They were shocked to see such a spectacle in a place reserved for law and order; order being the key word. They pulled the woman off of him, who screamed that she hated him over and over. Meanwhile, Onishima was lying with his back on the floor, smoking a cigar with a smile plastered on his face. He sighed contently as he said, "I still got it…" And at that moment, the two realized the meaning of his question. Beat slapped his own head, letting his hand slide down his face as he said, "She wasn't giving you rough sex…she was beating the shit out of you!"

It seemed that Onishima hadn't heard him. The police officers returned and helped him off the floor. They brushed off his back that was covered in asbestos from the ceiling before. "We are sorry about that incident sir; she seems so mild-mannered." Onishima only shook his hand as he used the other to hold his cigar as he took a deep drag. "Hey, don't worry about it…She was a good kid…She just couldn't resist my magic." The other guards looked at each other, trying to find the meaning in his words and wondering if he had anything other than tobacco in that cigar.

The guards shook their heads in order to interrupt their current thoughts as they looked at Beat. "Who is this?" said one of the guards. Onishima puffed his chest out as he exclaimed, "Yes, he is a vicious criminal who was apprehended after hours and hours of vicious street-warfare." It seemed that Onishima remembered the shame he had felt when he went to the Supreme Court, so why not sugar-coat the story a little? The officers raised their eyebrows in surprise when they looked at the fit, yet scrawny frame of his suspect. "Vicious street-warfare?" one of the two half-asked, half-replied. Onishima nodded vigorously, "Oh yes! It was a struggle! This little varmint was wrecking havoc on my peaceful part of the city! I was flanked with my patrol cars on the right and left, but it came down to this ruffian" he said this and he jutted his finger to a scoffing Beat, "and me! It was a life or death battle as we chased him up and down the street."

"What did he do?" one of the guards asked.

"Pardon?" asked Onishima, seemingly caught off guard by such an expected question.

"I said, 'what did he do'?" asked the guard.

Onishima stammered as he tried to think of the most amazing way to describe something as simple as a graffiti charge, but he could find none. He began without thinking, "He was engaged in the dark works of Buddhism!" The guards frowned, seeing that they were Buddhists themselves. "What is wrong with Buddhism?" They asked, righteously indignantly. Despite the facts that Buddhists were taught to take no violent action or offenses, the human nature simply can't help but be offended when beliefs are challenged. Onishima, in a bid to keep his cool and his honor raised his voice as he said, "What is wrong with it? What is wrong with it! Look at the kind of people it creates!" He grabbed Beat's arm while Beat himself shook his head vigorously, trying his best to say without words that he wasn't with this man. "This was once an innocent boy, but his friends had won him over and thus began his dark, fervent beginnings of Buddhism!"

This had been enough. The two guards had leapt on Onishima much like the woman had done earlier and a bout of punches and Onishima's screams could be seen and heard. Meanwhile, the officer and Beat only looked at each other while Onishima suffered all kinds of punishment. Suddenly a light went off in Beat's head and he tried to quell the guards' fury, "Wait! Wait! He didn't mean Buddhism! He meant VANDLEISM!" The sound of the struggle was so loud that they could not be heard. Even the officer was trying his hardest to pull the guards off of Onishima.

It was at that point that Beat was absolutely feed up with the events of the day. He wished that he could simply leave, but them he realized that the keys to his handcuffs had fallen out of Onishima's pockets. Working quickly, he began to uncuff his self and he skated off towards the door. Onishima noticed and yelled out to the guards, "Stop! He's getting away!"

"Run, my brother!" An officer shouted to Beat.

"Officer!" Onishima shouted, "Stop that Buddhist!" Another fist landed on his face.

"Vandalism! He meant vandalism!" The younger officer shouted in Onishima's defense.

It was a long skate back, but he finally got back to the garage where all the GGs were gathered together. It seemed that they had all recovered and were skating about the premises, happy to be alive. (I say that because whenever any of them used the bathroom it smelled like something had died). They had engaged in friendly conversation and a meeting, most of it concerning the increase in the capture of criminals in the city; something about turning yourself in for a lollipop. As they continued to converse throughout the day, Gum came in with a bright smile on her face, holding aloft dented container of Chinese food. "Look!" She shouted, happy that everyone had turned their heads, "I found this under one of the couches and it is all mine!"

"Oh no it ain't, bitch!" Combo began to skate after her as quickly as his bulky body would allow. Gum shrieked in reply as the rest of the gang began to skate after her furiously. In a moment, they were all downing large clumps of what they thought was mandarin chicken. When the box reached Beat, he choked down the rest of the contents without thinking twice.

--Author's note: I know…It's not really a good ending, but I'll tell you what…If I ever make any better endings, than I'll post and replace it. I had a hard time writing humorous stories because I've been writing so many dramatic things lately that it just seeped its way out of my system. I just need to watch some more comedy movies and then I'll be set. I just wanted this to finally have an ending, albeit, a bad, pointless one. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a watered-down version of what I could've written in the past if only I was more vigilant in my writing. -Gibson