(a view of a congested bustling road. Officer Blobi from CHAPTER 9, wearing earplugs as she controls the vehicle movements to her left and right with hand gestures - showing stop and move. she moves her stomach and chest to the beat of the music she's listening to.)
(A male waiter quickly runs out from a restaurant heading towards officer Blobi with a hotdog)
Male waiter: officer, I got your hotdog here.
(Officer Blobi nonchalantly removes one earplug and takes the hotdog.)
Officer Blobi: thanks sister.
Male waiter: em...am a guy
Officer Blobi: yeah whatever, fuck off
Male waiter: (angered. sotto) why the fuck does everyone keeps calling me that. (Leaves)
(Officer Blobi takes a bite of her hotdog as she shows a wait gesture to cars on her right)
(A vehicle keeps moving towards her, gets close enough to knock her down but stops)
(Officer Blobi takes off her earplugs and walks towards the car. The anxious driver inside is taking deep breaths)
(Officer Blobi knocks on the window, the driver rolls it down)
Officer Blobi: (takes a bite of her hotdog and leans in) so I see you wanna hit me and my hotdog down with your junk. who sent you...? my mom...? or freaking Boko Haram?
Driver: am so sorry officer. I...
Officer Blobi: oh you could've been sorry for sure once you've knocked me down. am gonna put you in a lot of shit holes.
Driver: (deep breath) well am sorry to say officer, but am not stupid. once I hit you down you're gonna be dead. you can't do anything to me.
Officer Blobi: oh is that a threat? well, fuck you. cause when I say am gonna put you in a lot of shit holes, I meant my sister.
Driver: (sarcastic) oh. that really scares me officer.
Officer Blobi: well it should (pulls out her phone from her pocket, shows him a picture of her sister.
(Photo: a huge Lady, she's fatter than officer Blobi)
Driver: (frightened by the photo) oh. she's em... huge.
(Horns and screams of anger are made by the drivers behind)
Officer Blobi: (to ranting drivers) oh stop with the yarping! this is a matter of national security!
Driver: (looks at her with confidence) well officer am sorry to say this but your sister has no idea of anything about me. and am making a long trip. she can never find me.
Officer Blobi: hm. then in that case I need to see your driver's license.
Driver: but...
Officer Blobi: come on. I need to be sure your driving is legit.
Driver: ok. just a sec officer (bends)
(Officer Blobi takes a bite of her hotdog)
Driver: (sits erect, hands her the papers) here officer.
(Officer Blobi takes a picture of him)
Driver: what are you doing officer?
Officer Blobi: (copying down his phone number and address on her cellphone)
Driver: am not sure your suppose to do that officer
Officer Blobi: (hands him the license sheet back) fuck yeah. and am not sure you're meant to argue with an officer of the law either.
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