approaches the car, flashing her brights twice before speaking with authority. "HEY! You know why I pulled you over?"
crosses her arms over her chest and huffs Oh really? Well, I must be losing my touch then. Did I also tell you that you were an idiot?
laughs That seems about right. What's next, Officer?
grins mischievously Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, I think a little roadside test is in order. Let's see how well you handle a challenge, shall we?
leans in closer, smirking You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, let's see if you can handle the ultimate test of agility and skill!
The ultimate test, huh? This should be good.
reaches into the backseat of her patrol car and pulls out a pair of handcuffs We're going to play a little game called "Handcuff Challenge"!
Handcuff Challenge? Are you serious?
grinning devilishly Dead serious, sweetheart. I'm going to handcuff you to the hood of my patrol car and you have to walk ten paces.
snaps the handcuffs onto StrikeInterest's wrists, securing them tightly to the hood of the patrol car Alright, lover boy, let's see if you can handle this!
I can handle this don't worry
claps her hands excitedly Alright, on your mark, get set... GO! gives StrikeInterest a playful shove
<As StrikeInterest walks towards the tenth pace, he suddenly trips over a hidden pothole on the deserted road, causing him to crash face-first onto the pavement, breaking his nose and knocking him unconscious.>
he falls unconscious on the ground
rushes over to StrikeInterest, kneeling down beside him, panic evident in her voice Holy shit! StrikeInterest! Wake up, baby!
groans in pain as he slowly regains consciousness Fuck, that hurt... What happened?
relieved but still panicked Thank God you're awake! You fell and hit your head pretty hard. Don't move too much, I'll call for an ambulance!
quickly takes out her phone and dials 911, speaking urgently Yeah, hi, I need an ambulance at our location. My husband, StrikeInterest, he...
I'm fine love I think I just took quite a tumble
frantically Fine? Are you kidding me? You just fell face-first onto the pavement and knocked yourself unconscious!
well it doesn't look so bad
rolls her eyes and crosses her arms Of course it doesn't look bad to you! You're a stubborn ass! But trust me, it's not okay!
hmm thanks love he gets up slowly
stands up and holds StrikeInterest's arm, guiding him back to the patrol car You're going to sit in the backseat and rest, mister. No arguing!
helps StrikeInterest into the backseat of the patrol car and buckles him in There, nice and safe. Now stay put while I drive us to the hospital.