"Man, why you have to be so rough?" Chase shouted. The cop was manhandling him into the back of the police car. The faster he could get to jail, the better. "I fucking hate cops. Go die, you pig!"
"Shut up, you. I'll be laughing when you're in jail."
And I'll be laughing when I bust out. Chase sat down in the seat and looked over to his right. It was Alec.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Chase shouted. "Officer, I can't sit next to this man, he's a rapist! He'll try to rape me!"
"Good, I hope he does. After what you said to me, I could care less about what happened to you."
"Shit…" Chase muttered. "So what happened to you?" Alec was covered in blue paint and white splotches of cum. He had no clothes on.
"Apparently," Alec said, "you need a permit to have an orgy with more than 200 people. I might have to pay a fine, but if my bank account got frozen, I might have to go to jail with you."
"Why would your bank account be frozen?" Chase inquired. He thought Alec just lived off the land and whatnot. The way he smelled, he could've been living in the sewers, with a colony of rat people.
"My bank account could be frozen because my sister does not approve me being married to a rat person."
"Alec, what the fuck."
"Well, she's not technically a rat person, she just thinks she is. Personally I think it's hot."
"Alec, WHAT THE FUCK?"
"You two make me sick." Said the cop.
"Anyway, my sister is a stocbroker and handles all my finances. She helps me invest in industry and whatnot. She's a doll, but there are just things she doesn't approve of. I only got married this Saturday, and my sister was nice enough to not freeze it for the honeymoon."
"Just stop talking, please." They sat in silence for the rest of the trip.