True Story... (2)

So the cops have us out of the car and standing on the side of the highway. They can practically smell the ozone from the synapses in McDougal's brain frying one by one as the drugs course through his system, but they can't prove anything yet. Instinct alone just won't hold up in court. They need something solid. One of the cops is going through the car with a flashlight. From the space between the drivers seat and the door he pulls out a #25 aluminum tee ball bat. The cop holds it up and looks McDougal square in the eyes.

"What the fuck is this?"

McDougal doesn't even blink.

"You've obviously never been shark fishing, officer."

Serious as cancer...