Highway to hell
You get out without the pistol. Your arms held high, your face a picture of
innocence. You smile and ask the officers what's wrong. They just call you a dirt bag and
scream for you to get on the ground with your arms spread. You comply as they brutishly
frisk you at gun point. You get ready for them to read you your rights, when you are
suddenly drawn to an evil lil grin plastered on the Detectives face. "Well boys, let's give
this lil heathen a good licking for Joey." You have only a chance to glimpse the officers
badge, it reads Crumby. Then the first boot lands, and the next one. Within seconds thick
solid feet are raining down on you like a hail storm of sledge hammers. Shattering bones
and crushing organs.
You Die
Are you ready to give up?