WolfCop Page #2

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wake of this tragedy,

the Drink n Shoot is going

to have to be canceled.

Oh no!

- What is it Tina?

- How do you know it was me?

- I smelt your perfume.

- I didn't wear any.

You buying this?

Feels oddly familiar, no?

I'm not trying to dredge up the past.

I'm just saying.

When was the last time they

canceled the Drink n' Shoot?

I know where you're going

with this and I'm not biting.

Just saying.

No, sh*t!

I'm standing in the forest where

locals have gathered for generations

drink in hand to hunt the

mystical Woodhaven beast.

Today, this annual tradition is in

jeopardy due to a gruesome discovery.

To Terry Wallace.

Such a shame about Terry.

This town could have

used some of your blood.

- Wallace certainly got it today.

- Wooh.

Too soon?

You know everyone in town.

Popular, very pretty.

Maybe you should run.

You think I'd give Mayor Bradley

a run for her money?

- You got my vote.

- Mine too.

You don't have to ask.

What's this?

- Police work.

- Really?

What?

I just don't think I've ever seen

you do actual work before.

Well, as Terry normally said,

it's time for a change.

Alright, we're closing early tonight.

Down it or drain it.

What the f*** for?

- Private party.

- What the f***!

Don't worry, we'll be

here tomorrow, I promise.

F***ing bullshit!

Alright, these will keep you

company while I'm gone.

Friday morning better...

I think you're trying to get me drunk.

- Almost done, handsome.

- No rush.

- Everything alright?

- Yeah. You?

- You want to get out of here?

- That is the best idea I've heard all day.

Whoo!

You alright fella?

Ooh!

Must have eaten something funky.

- Well, let's get you to bed.

- That sounds...

I'll be right back.

What the...

Aaargh!

Eeeargh!

Aaargh!

Aaah!

Oh! What the f***!

Jessica!

Morning, Lou Garou.

How's your butt?

Willie, what the hell?

I'm sorry man. I don't

take cops. I improvised.

What the hell's gotten into you?

Oh, that's exactly

what I was going to ask you.

Play.

- What are you showing me?

- That's you, Lou. Last night.

This is Willie.

I just shot Lou Garou.

He's a f***ing wolf. I just put

3 tranqs right into his back.

Lou? Wolf.

F***ing, he's out.

So who's crying wolf now?

Ok ok. So I washed

your uniform last night.

It was a little dirty dirty,

so I put it in the cold cycle.

A lot of blood.

I'm going to make you some breakfast.

- I think you shrunk it.

- What? What was that?

Thank you Willie for helping me.

You're welcome.

I could throw you in jail

for kidnapping an officer.

Yeah you could and

I could sell you to science.

- You are a real f***ing guy, Willie.

- Thank you.

Now for the secret ingredient.

You thirsty boy?

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