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Date Posted: 18:07:09 02/13/02 Wed
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's message, "Robo Mikey - A parody" on 18:03:46 02/13/02 Wed
Robo Mikey :)
* Please note that this is drawn strictly from memory as I couldn’t find a shooting script in my net search so the dialogue taken from the movie may not be exact.
The off duty detective practically ran from the bar. His partner was a good cop, but had a very weird idea of the term ‘fun.’ Thank god he had his gun, otherwise he might not have escaped unscathed.
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The young blonde woman walked along the street late that night, grocery bag in hand, oblivious to her surroundings.
That obliviousness was gonna cost her, and cost her big.
Four local teenage gang members shadowed her and when she passed an alley set behind a conveniently broken streetlight they attacked.
The woman got off one scream for help before her voice was muffled by the hand closing over it. The grocery bag containing her mace dropped on the street below her as soon as she was grabbed from behind. She felt at least eight rough and clumsy hands on her, groping immaturely.
“Police. You’re under arrest. Step away from the woman.” Suddenly, before any permanent damage could be inflicted, a male voice called out authoritatively. “Come quietly, or there will be…trouble”
Turning to the sound of the voice the four teenagers saw the man behind the voice holding a gun on them. High on drugs, they didn’t care that he was a cop and they didn’t care that he was holding a gun on them.
Grabbing the woman as a shield the apparent leader of the four held her from behind at knife-point by her neck while his buddies stood aside. “No way, man. I ain’t going back.”
“Think it over, creeps.” The cop gave the creeps one last chance. “Dead or alive, you’re coming with me.”
“I’ll slit her throat, man. Drop the gun.”
“I don’t think so.” The cop said then discharged his weapon. The shot landed dead on. Right between the woman skirt clad legs and into the teenager’s citadel.
Upon seeing the cop’s aim turn to them, the other three ran screaming into the night, but they too were felled by bullets from the deadly accurate cop’s gun.
“Oh my god. Thank you. I love you.” The woman ran up to the cop and threw her arms around him, hugging him close, close enough to feel his long, hard-as-steel length. Looking down to see if *all* of him was hard, Nikita realized his sheath was only at half mast and thought to herself, My god, what would he be like at full staff?
Misunderstanding the reason for her shock, the cop stood stoically in the woman’s embrace. “You’ve been attacked and are suffering from shock, I’ll notify the rape crisis center.”
“No!” The blonde woman yelled at him. “I don’t need counseling, I need a *real* man.” She looked pointedly down, between his legs.
“Lady...” He tried to reason with her.
“Nikita. The name’s Nikita.”
“Ni-ki-ta.” He repeated in his vaguely French accent, watching her pupils dilate at his pronunciation of her name.
“Ohhhhhhhh.” Nikita moaned, almost undone just by his voice. “What’s *your* name?”
“Michael.”
“My-kol.” Nikita pronounced in her Australian accent. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” Michael asked. “Somewhere, there is a crime happening”
“There’s a no-tell motel a few blocks from here.”
“I have to bring the creeps in.” Michael pointed to the teenagers still writhing in agony on the ground, “and they do need medical attention.” He smirked.
“Why bother? No one will miss them and they deserve what they got. Take ‘em in and you’ll probably end up with a lawsuit.”
“Good point.” Michael conceded. “What the hell? Let’s go.”
As the pair passed the still writhing teenagers, Michael fired a parting verbal shot. “Stay out of trouble.”
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