“Who the fuck are you!?” A man says as Taylor grabs onto his shirt and slams him against the wall while his buddies were beaten into the ground by Sylvie and Jesse.

“We're the love police bitch! Now where are the slaves?” Taylor demands from under a black strip mask, tied at the back like a ninja headband.

“Fuck! The fuck are you talking about!? We don't deal with slaves!” The man answers, freaked out by the random people in tights.

“The fuck? Then what are you doing out here?” Taylor asks confused.

“Fuck man! We're pimps! We’re pimps, okay?” The man says, hoping for Taylor and his friends to calm down.

“You’re pimps? Like the drug-induced prostitute kind of pimp?” Taylor asks, hoping for a reason to continue kicking these guys’ asses.

“No man! It’s all consensual! We’re like prostitute brokers! We’re basically just business men!” The man answers, growing a little frustrated.

“Business men?” Taylor asks with a raised eyebrow. “Well, fuck. Never mind then.” Taylor says as he lets go of the man’s shirt. “Come on, Love Police. Our work here is done.” Taylor says heroically, his cape fluttering in the wind.

…

…

“Just pimps?” A voice asks over the phone.

“Yeah. Just pimps. Got anything else for us?” Taylor asks, growing quite bored.

“Nah, just stay on the lookout. This operation is going to take a while and it’s going to get pretty boring. If you really want something to do, maybe go harass a few gangs or something.” The voice says nonchalantly.

“Okay.” Taylor says before hanging up the phone. He looks to Sylvie and sighs. “Well, this is bunk. I guess all that’s left to do is bang.” Taylor says, slightly hoping for something more.

“Oh, don’t look so disappointed. You want it as much as we do.” Sylvie says with a look of disdain.

“Yeah… Maybe spice it up a little bit?” Taylor says, still hoping.

“Hey, we have the costumes, right?” Jesse says, thinking that the costumes were pretty cool.

“Yeah, I guess. Could you guys throw in some abuse too? I might need it.” Taylor asks, hoping for a little treat for today.

“Whatever you say, big boy.” Sylvie says with a smile.

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…

Taylor exits the van, feeling the cold against his spandex covered skin. Winter had come and it was snowing. This job is getting boring as fuck. And I’m getting a little tired of all the banging. Fuck, I need to see some blood or something… Taylor says as he exhales a cloud of hot air.

Taylor takes out his pack and finds a cigarette to light. Fuck. I guess work is work. Just boring as fuck and sucking out my soul. He thinks as he lights his smoke. I hope someone picks a fight. I’d love to get my ass kicked once in a while… He thinks as he inhales and exhales, the scent and lung-full of smoke waking him up a bit.

“Fucking winter. So depressing.” Taylor exclaims in a quiet breath.