THE WORST COP stands in front of the police captain, distressed, as if he's just received a severe dressing-down.
CAPTAIN: Listen, it's not up for debate. Internal Affairs will do their own investigation, but from where I stand, all those deaths are on your hands. I need your badge and gun.
THE WORST COP: Alright boss, I get it.
THE WORST COP reaches under his jacket and withdraws a CHEAP LOOKING CHROME HANDGUN
THE WORST COP: Oop, sorry boss, that's my drop piece.
THE WORST COP reaches under his jacket and withdraws a GLOCK
THE WORST COP: Whoop. Drop piece.
THE WORST COP reaches under his jacket and withdraws a COLT PYTHON, a DERRINGER, a SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN, a MACHETE, a WORLD WAR II LIBERATOR PISTOL
THE WORST COP: I've got it here somewhere
THE WORST COP reaches under his jacket and withdraws four OTHER OFFICERS BADGES
THE WORST COP: Okay I was gonna talk to you about these I found these
