The badge climbed steps to an observation deck and looked into the rotating anti-gravity cylinder to discover the renegade mascot pinned spread eagle balls to the wall by centripetal force. He wore the top half of his exoskeleton battlesuit with boxer shorts, but the mighty iron two-wheeled hound of hell was missing. Mileva stopped the thrill ride while a fleet of Seattle's defunded finest amassed.
Angaar blearily opened his eyes and dropped limply in a heap to the rising floor. "Who's burning toast?" When the group of mostly male peace officers helped the rider in a state of autohypnosis disembark he woozily mumbled something about losing his phone charger. "The singularity already happened! We're living in a simulation!" then hastily pulled off the costume's chrome dome to use as a bucket trying hard not to vom. "If you're a cop you have to tell me," he said itching a sticking plaster behind his neck.
"Guess he's not so much into make-believe. Take 5150 for a 72 hour hold at Queen of Angels Hospital. Maybe an MRI." Mileva said.
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