Please excuse the profanity

Chapter Four

The cop dragged Rambo into the station and to the desk of another officer.

"Good afternoon Bugsby!"

An old, 50-year-old bunny cop came into view.

"Good evening Sheriff! Who are ya dragging there?"

The sheriff pulled Drago upright and onto his feet.

"I'd like you to book this bum for vagrancy, resisting arrest, and carrying a concealed weapon."

The chief pulled out the knife.

Geez, did he really have to pull out the fuckin' knife?

Bugsby took the knife.

"Whoa, he must've done well in the black market! Sure, I'll book 'im Lombardi, no troubs."

Lombardi, what a dumbassed name. If his daddy's Falco, I'm sure his mommy is a slut he fucked in his day. Then again, he's too old to be Falco's son, but I'm sure his mother was a slut. That son of a bitch is so damn ugly he must've had some connection with prostitution. Still, I'm just crazy, so I'd better make sure no words come out of my mouth.

Lombardi walked away to his office, labeled TOM LOMBARDI. Tom, that name is so dumb, his momma probably couldn't even think of a good name.

Bugsby logged onto his computer and brought up a database of criminals.

"Hey Walden, you come over here and help me get this crook recorded."

"OK Bugs."

A fennec came over and stood next to Drago. He was young, looked like he was in his mid-20's. He was average on muscle, looked like he was a noob.

"What's your name bum?"

Drago looked at a window with bars on it. A flashback was beginning to be triggered.

"What's your name bum? Your name!"
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Drago was in a POW camp on Venom, in an underground cell. He was tied up to a dirt wall. It was mostly dark except for a bamboo-barred window on top.
Venomian soldiers appeared with a bucket. As the bucket was being tilted, it seemed to have brown stuff in it. The soldiers dropped the stuff and Drago realised what it was at the last second. Fuck! I'm being covered with Venomian dogshit! Yuck! Drago made no noise and just closed his eyes.
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"Your name!"

Drago came back to reality.

"What's your name kid!"

"Fuck you, cocksucker."

Bugsby took out a bat and was about to swing it when Walden blocked it.

"Let's see what it says on his tags."

Drago looked down at the silver dog tags on his neck. My tags! After 10 years I just realized where my tags were! I'm such a dumbass! Bugsby grabbed the tags from Drago's neck and read them.

"Drago. J.T.? What a name, what a name."

Yeah, at least my name isn't as dumbassed as Bugsby.

Bugsby typed in a criminal record for Drago. Lombardi then came out of his office.

"So, you got his record?"

"Yeah, his name's Drago. Well, at least that's what his tags say."

"Well, since that's done, clean 'im up!"

"Alright sir."

Bugsby and Walden walked Drago to an elevator.

"We're gonna clean you up real good."

"Wait, what do ya mean 'real good'?"

"You'll see noob, you'll see."

"My name's not noob, it's Waldon."

"I don't give a fuck."

The elevator doors opened.

Fuck, they better not torture me.