(livingundies)
The door opened wide and it almost felt like the world was going to shake apart. Big rumbles were being sent up to his desk. Stan looked up and saw a sheer mountain of a woman.
She had a slightly bruised forehead and busted lip. That was nothing compared to the three officers escorting her in, they had missing teeth, limbs twisted at angles they shouldn’t be and were leaking quarts of blood. The perp was a tremendously thick Japanese woman with hips as wide as a hula hoop, a staggering gut and boobs each the size of a woman’s head. She had a punk rock esthetic with ripped jeans and a black tank top with two skulls over each mammary, along with her black lipstick and eyeshadow which matched her hair, save for a line of green strands that ran down the middle of her top knot. She was chained at the ankles and wrists, causing her to waddle slowly.
“Booking Sumiko Yama.” One haggard officer said, being that she was the only one left with front teeth, she was elected to speak. Stan knew that name and her face as well. He typed in the name and got her laundry list of a rap sheet. Vandalism, Assault, Attempted Murder, Kidnapping, Assault with a Deadly Weapon, Property Damage, Extortion, Conspiracy and most recently, three cases of assaulting an officer. She was also involved in a lot of underground fighting organization. Her record also showed that she was a possible associate of the Red Whale, though no proof was provided as of yet.
“Alright Yama, you’re no longer our problem.” The officer said getting the handcuff key. “Don’t worry, I got it.” The criminal said. She effortlessly lifted her leg and moved her fists and the cuffs broke into pieces. “God! Get her in there!” The lady cop said, Yama was laughing herself silly. “By the way, if my jacket get’s stolen, I’ll twist your other leg outta shape!” She said echoing throughout the halls.
The officers left for the hospital, then it was just Stan and Yama sitting on opposite sides of each other. It was quite for a moment, then the crook couldn’t stop herself. “Is this a joke?… Hey! Porn Stache! I’m talking to you.” She was baiting him. Normally, Stan would be bigger than that, but he’s had a bad few days so he looked up.
“Yeah?” He said.
“Are you a joke?” She spat back at him.
“No.”
“You look like one.”
“You look like an imbecile in a cell.”
“You’re right, lonely over here, why don’t you come to mama Porn Stache?”
“…”
“Yeah that’s right.”
There was more silence, Stan was halfway through a game of minesweeper. He hated that he’d been reduced to acting like Izzy, but there was nothing to do at all. Then, heard a metallic groan on the bars. For a second it was like the floor was falling from beneath them, but the he saw it was merely Yama leaning on them. “Porn Stache! Shrimp! Want to know what I’m in for?” He knew what she was in for. “Assaulting a police officer, which you should be ashamed of by the way. You could’ve killed those ladies.” He said, trying to bring out some chastising authoritative tone. “No, I’m not that lucky. They got to me too, look at my face. Ruining my good looks. You like the way I look, Porn Stache?” She said smirking. Stan did that answer but she elicited blush from him which made her smirk grow bigger.
“I might just stick you down my tits when I walk out of here, if ya like what ya see so much, lover boy.” She said. “I don’t like what I see, even if I thought you were cute, which I don’t, the ugliness of your soul would be too much for me to overlook. Also, don’t think you can escape, you can bend these bars but you can’t break them.” He said. Yama laughed out loud at this. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Because,” She whistled to get his attention. “No prison can hold a sumo wrestler.”
How does Stan handle Yama?
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