“Our goal, obviously, isn’t to cause injury to anyone,”
the Oakland Chief of Police said, as a thin golden arc erupted gracefully into the air, bending ever so slightly downward and finally coming to rest on the moist, ruined form of the word “obviously.”
The Chief wiped his dick on a lamppost and grinned, teeth like rubber bullets.
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