Post by Bubba JD on Feb 23, 2010 22:03:18 GMT -6
Outside the front doors, the General Manager is speaking with a Sgt. for the Coppell PD.
Police Sgt.
It's going to be awhile before we can clear you to enter. Though, by the looks of it, so far, it doesn't appear to be a burglary.
Manager
How can you be so sure?
Police Sgt.
We've seen messes like this before. Nobody makes such a mess if they intend on robbing a place. There was no attempts at opening the safe. The registers were vandalized. No attempts at opening them. Just pure chaos & destruction. Any ideas on how we can contact the owner?
The sound of a car peeling into the parking lot can be heard, getting the attention of both the police sergeant and the manager. The camera pans around to show George Dunpork, all disheveled, dressed in blue zubaz pants and a beer stained plain white T-shirt, as it's apparent that he had been woken up by the manager. He slams the door of his car and storms into the restaurant. His temperament is not helped by the fact that the restaurant looks like it's been destroyed.
Dunpork
There better be a good reason you woke me up at 3 in the morning!
Police Sgt.
There is. Your business was busted up pretty bad. Whomever is responsible for this must've planned this out for quite some time. They knew they'd have plenty of time to trash the place, as most of our officers were dealing with other calls. I should mention, there was a note left for you, Mr. Dunpork. We wrote down the message on a seperate page, as to not tamper with the evidence.
The Police Sgt. hands Dunpork a copy of the note, and George reads said note.
Dear Fatass,
You thought that little shit and his midget slut he calls a wife could put me away? And did you think you could put the rest of my boys away? Fat chance! This is just the beginning.
Signed,
Super Vader
PS: Make up your damn mind if you're sticking with waffle cut fries or not!
Infuriated, George tears the note up.
Dunpork
Should've known it was those cavemen! That's all they know how to do, trash public property! First we had that fight with the white trash that got started by that skank. Then there was the all-out brawl with those thugs, with one of them packing heat no less! And now this!
Police Sgt.
Since you clearly know the vandals, I'm going to need all the info on them that you can provide. The faster we can put out the APB, the sooner we can put them in custody.
Dunpork
Believe me, I'm not pressing any charges. My friends and I will take care of them personally ourselves.
Police Sgt.
That sounds like a threat.
Dunpork
Only to their wrestling careers, as they're still employed by us. Thanks for your help, though.
Police Sgt.
It's going to be awhile before we can clear you to enter. Though, by the looks of it, so far, it doesn't appear to be a burglary.
Manager
How can you be so sure?
Police Sgt.
We've seen messes like this before. Nobody makes such a mess if they intend on robbing a place. There was no attempts at opening the safe. The registers were vandalized. No attempts at opening them. Just pure chaos & destruction. Any ideas on how we can contact the owner?
The sound of a car peeling into the parking lot can be heard, getting the attention of both the police sergeant and the manager. The camera pans around to show George Dunpork, all disheveled, dressed in blue zubaz pants and a beer stained plain white T-shirt, as it's apparent that he had been woken up by the manager. He slams the door of his car and storms into the restaurant. His temperament is not helped by the fact that the restaurant looks like it's been destroyed.
Dunpork
There better be a good reason you woke me up at 3 in the morning!
Police Sgt.
There is. Your business was busted up pretty bad. Whomever is responsible for this must've planned this out for quite some time. They knew they'd have plenty of time to trash the place, as most of our officers were dealing with other calls. I should mention, there was a note left for you, Mr. Dunpork. We wrote down the message on a seperate page, as to not tamper with the evidence.
The Police Sgt. hands Dunpork a copy of the note, and George reads said note.
Dear Fatass,
You thought that little shit and his midget slut he calls a wife could put me away? And did you think you could put the rest of my boys away? Fat chance! This is just the beginning.
Signed,
Super Vader
PS: Make up your damn mind if you're sticking with waffle cut fries or not!
Infuriated, George tears the note up.
Dunpork
Should've known it was those cavemen! That's all they know how to do, trash public property! First we had that fight with the white trash that got started by that skank. Then there was the all-out brawl with those thugs, with one of them packing heat no less! And now this!
Police Sgt.
Since you clearly know the vandals, I'm going to need all the info on them that you can provide. The faster we can put out the APB, the sooner we can put them in custody.
Dunpork
Believe me, I'm not pressing any charges. My friends and I will take care of them personally ourselves.
Police Sgt.
That sounds like a threat.
Dunpork
Only to their wrestling careers, as they're still employed by us. Thanks for your help, though.
