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"Stan Padding, for the brazen disgrace your vile actions have inflicted upon the hard-working women in uniform, I sentence you to hereby live out the rest of your days in the service of these same women! As you have sullied the uniform by impersonating an officer of the law, your punishment shall be administered by real officers of the law! You will be escorted back to your department where Commissioner Rice will sign off on a punishment of her choosing. Hopefully she will find a way to ensure your pitiful existence brings some satisfaction to at least one of these courageous women who put their lives on the line every day for the sake of justice! Court is adjourned!" Judge McIntosh banged her gavel, bringing the trial to a close. Stan had only finally gotten his mouth to form but everyone was leaving.
"Wait!" he cried. "I'm innocent! Innocent, I tell you! I've been framed!"
"Tough break, hun," Paris Dunn said in her same disinterested tone. She took her phone back out of her cleavage and her eyes were already glued back on the screen as she got up and walked away, indifferent as ever that her carelessness had just completely destroyed an innocent man's life.
Already two women in uniform were approaching Stan, the disgust was clear on their faces. They really believed he was corrupt! The heavier of the two held up the battered pocket-sized cell he'd been held in for the past several days. The sight of it reinvigorated Stan's efforts to free himself.
"No, please!" Stan cried. "You're making a mistake!"
"He's resisting arrest!" the officer holding the pocket cell said.
Stan didn't have time to scream as the other officer slammed her fist down on the table, rendering him flattened for the fourth time today. She peeled him off the desk and handed him to the heavyset woman who stuffed his flattened form into the pocket cell and then stuffed the pocket cell into her back pocket. It was only a matter of minutes before both woman were seated in their squad car, the pocket cell bent even more under the woman's sizable girth, the metal pressing so painfully into Stan's body that he blacked out before the women were out of the parking lot.
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Ex-officer Padding awoke in darkness to the sound of two voices. Both of them sounded familiar.
"Of all the ridiculous ideas. What was McIntosh thinking? Why not just send him to prison where he belongs?"
"Poetic justice?" a chipper voice offered helpfully.
"How about literal justice? It would spare me the headache of needing to approve a sentence myself."
"There's always my suggestion, Commish."
"That's Commissioner to you... but I'll admit, for once you might have a good idea."
"Commissioner Rice? Izzy?!" Stan called out confused. He was still in the pocket cell but thankfully it didn't smell like he was inside a pocket. However, everything was still dark. He couldn't see a thing but he could hear his superior and his partner's voices clear as day. Maybe all hope wasn't lost yet? He hadn't gotten to say a single thing in his defense at the trial! If he could convince them to reopen his case, maybe there was a way out of this nightmare.
"Looks like our perp is awake," Commissioner Rice said, sounding more annoyed than anything.
Light shined in and Stan realized he was in the top drawer of the Commissioner's desk. His former boss was looking down at him with an expression of profound disgust.
"What does it take to get rid of you, Padding? You're found guilty of a crime and instead of sending you up the river, the Judge floats you back down to my department. It's bad enough I had to hold my tongue and watch you ridiculously parade around in a uniform you were unfit to wear because activists successfully lobbied to give tinies jobs they're grossly unqualified for, but now I'm forced to keep you around the department as a permanent reminder of corruption that took place under my nose? If I didn't know any better I'd say Janine was trying to piss me off."
"Commissioner Rice, please! I'm innocent! I--"
The Commissioner scoffed. "Innocent? Gee, how many times have I heard that before?"
"But I am!" Stan said, his voice coming out as a pitiful whine.
"Can it, Padding!" Rice snapped. "I read the court reports! If you wanted to prove your innocence you should've made your case there."
"I was buried under a ton of cleavage!"
"ENOUGH!"
The Commissioner slammed a fist down on her desk. The familiar vein in her forehead she got when she was really angry was pulsing rapidly. Right then and there she looked so furious, Stan was too terrified to voice another objection.
"Um, Commish--I mean, Commissioner Rice... my proposal for the perp?" Izzy suggested hopefully.
Stan had no idea what proposal Izzy was talking about but hopefully it would give him a chance to explain himself to his old partner. The Commissioner looked back and forth between Izzy and the tiny prisoner in her drawer. The vein in her head throbbed less and less. Finally she reached a decision.
1) Commissioner Rice agrees to Officer Lopez's proposal. She grants Izzy full custody of Stan and makes her responsible for carrying out his punishment.
2) Commissioner Rice rejects Officer Lopez's proposal. Cynthia will think of another way for Stan to be punished.
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