The window rolled upward, Judy's face replaced with Duke's own mirror reflection. In an instant, he took the bottles and disposed of them the only place currently available; his own belly. He drank greedily from the bottles, several at a time, stinging astringent chemical flavors all at once in huge gulps down his throat, and replaced the empty bottles onto his table and resumed his previous position in one lightning fast motion.
Judy had exited and Nick came round the other side of the vehicle. Duke looked to each, nonchalantly, then to his wares. "See there, coppers, nothing illegal about some fine hand-blown imported glass, now is there?"
Nick lowered his mirrored shades to glance over them as Judy picked one up. "And where did you get these?"
"They fell off the back of a truck. That fell of the back of a train."
"And I suppose," said Judy, swishing a tiny amount of green liquid collecting at the bottom of one of the vials, "You found them like this? ALMOST empty?"
"Well, I may have poured out whatever was in them," he said, slightly taken aback by his own twisted honesty. "But If you're done harrassing me, I'd like to get back to my own legitimate buUUUUUURRRRP"
The belch took everyone by such surprise, and blew the two cops back a little bit. With wide eyed expressions of shock, Nick retrieved the glasses blasted onto the top of his head and Judy cleaned out her ringing ears. Then they all looked down.
Duke's stomach was bloated, a sphere the size of the weasel's own head gently hung out of the top of his pants. As Duke stood up straight and assessed his body, his stomach shifted slightly in a heavy, liquid slosh.
Nick and Judy looked to each other in an almost sarcastic manner.
"Ah heh heh heh," Duke laughed without mirth, "You see, I can explain, what this," he pointed to his stomach "Is, is, um... just a big--
--lunch," he said, from the back of the cop car. He grumbled to himself the ride through the downtown district on the way to the ZPD headquarters when he feels a shifting in his stomach, and feels something coming on him. "Uh, guys," he says, trying to get his captors attention but to no avail, as his stomach shivers and shakes, a movement spreading throughout his body, when suddenly
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