Chapter 19 - A Small run-in with PETA
The man chuckled, saying "Well, I wish you two good luck!" We both replied in unison, "You too!", before I rolled up my window, driving away. Before we could even drive a quarter-mile, a bunch of protesters walked out on the driveway in front of my car, halting it's tracks. "Aww, what the fuck!", I yelled in frustration. The protesters chanted, "Save the animals! Save all animals!" My jelly boyfriend noticed the signs they were holding. They had pictures of blue bunnies printed on them, with the words "ALL LIVING THINGS DON'T DESERVE BOUNTIES TO BE PLACED ON THEM".
"Hey, these people might be able to help us", he said with a hopeful tone of voice. I responded, "I really think that the last thing that bunny needs are these people who are going to try and make a big deal out of him." One of the protesters knocked on my side window, so I rolled down the window to hopefully hear what they have to say and get it over with. The protester than screamed as loud as she could, "WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS ANIMAL!? DON'T YOU CARE THAT IT HAS A LIFE?!" I casually looked over at my jelly boyfriend, who looked like he was going to burst any second. And burst he did.
"LISTEN, YOU ATTENTION-SEEKING BITCH! WE'RE ON THE SAME SIDE AS YOU, BUT THE LAST THING THAT BUNNY NEEDS IS YOUR STUPID ASS PUTTING HIM IN THE SPOTLIGHT!", he screamed in a fit of rage. Holy shit, I couldn't help thinking to myself. This was the first time I've ever actually seen him get angry. I looked down at his feet. He began to actually lose his structure, filling his socks and shoes with residue. The protester screamed back, "BUT WE HAVE TO MAKE OUR VOICES HEARD! ALL ANIMALS ARE IMPORTANT! SAVE ALL ANIMALS!" She began to reach into my car, trying to get to my jelly boyfriend.
Luckily, there were cops everywhere. We managed to keep her back while one ran over and tackled her, placing her in handcuffs as she chanted, "IS THIS WHAT DEMOCRACY IS!? PUTTING PEOPLE IN JAIL FOR SPEAKING OUT THE TRUTH?!" The other protesters then followed the cop, with many other policemen pushing them back, trying to give enough time for the police officer to place the protester who attacked us into custody. "Thank fucking gone that cunt is gone, holy shit", my jelly boyfriend said with a sigh of relief. "Dude! Your feet!", I yelled, pointing at his shoes. In a heartbeat, his form receded back into his shoes, filling the fabrics. "Sorry", he whispered.
After placing the protester in the car, the police officer walked up to my side window, apologizing for the protester. "Oh no sir, you don't have to apologize for anything. In fact, we should be thanking you guys!", I said. The police officer chuckled. "Well, hopefully we can keep these protesters in check. They've been here all day!", he said with a tone of frustration in his voice. "You know what, what's your name?", I asked. "Well,", he replied, showing me his badge. "My name's Sgt. Wallaby." I responded, "I like that name. Hey, if you guys are still here, I'll head up and get you guys some donuts!" He humorously said, "Well, while that is generous of you, we have to keep these protesters in line." "Fair enough", I replied. "Take care now!", the police said to both of us, giving us a thumbs-up. I rolled up the window, finally being able to drive away.
"Well, I'm just glad that's over," I said in a relieved tone. "Tell me about it", my jelly boyfriend said in a calm tone. "Dude, you were really, really angry! Are you okay now?", I asked him. He replied, "Yeah. I just hate how people get violent over things they don't understand."
