The door to Vitto and David's apartment was blown off its hinges once again. For the second time today…Bang! And to think the repair robots were just done fixing it.
The door flew across the living room, same as it did before, and landed smack-dab in the middle of their cozy studio apartment, pretty much at the exact same place. A thick cloud of smoke followed and coming out of the smoke was a squad of policemen.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Vitto cried out, getting up on his feet. He'd just been charged for the repair works. But, unfortunately, that was the least of his problems right now. The police were all pointy guns and protective armor. For a moment, they all stared at him and Vitto stared at them.
"This is police! Put up your hands!" shouted one of the officers suddenly. Vitto did as was told, removing his hands from his crotch and revealing what had been dangling underneath. He didn't have time–or the wits–to get dressed since the previous armed encounter. He just didn't expect more company. But that was what life was giving him.
"You are under arrest!" the officer said. "Please remain calm while you are being escorted out of the building. Thank you for your cooperation." He was totally checking out Vitto's penis while he was saying this. Vitto got red. He was being humiliated in his own goddamned apartment.
"Can I at least put my pants on?" he shouted. He had enough at this point.
The officer smirked and winked at him. "Take your time, sweetie."