"Please! I have a wife and daughter!"

  "I don't care."

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

  Pointy Girl was fresh out of mercy. What little softness and femininity she had left, had been burned away during 'the incident'. There was only Gruff Hardass Girl, now. She sneered at the pincushion of a man as he continued to whimper about 'his nuggets', and walked away.

  "Geez boss, couldn't you have left him at least one nugget?"

  "Less yapping. More looting."

  "... yes boss.."

  Despite the fact she was the same rank as the others and didn't hold an official supervisory position, most of the other boneheads called her 'boss' now.

  In the middle of loading this schmuck's stock of TV's and VCR's into the van, the earth began to shake. Pointy Girl sighed to herself - the world seemed to have no end of fools and speedbumps.

  Inevitably, the lunkhead came within speaking distance.

  "Pointy Girl!"

  "That's me."

  "This looks like you're up to something. Are you robbing this poor man!"

  "No sir, absolutely not."

  "'cause it sure looks like you are!"

  "No, see, he stole these things from us and we're just stealing them back."

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  Brick squinted his eyes to show he wasn't buying this.

  "You wouldn't be lying to old Brick, would you now?"

  "I would never, sir."

  The boneheads continued to move merchandise while this conversation was taking place. Brick grabbed a nearby brick off a wall, and began chewing it as he mulled the situation over. Eventually he forgot what he was doing there, but felt satisfied nonetheless.

  "Alright, you all move along now," he said before moving along himself. His huge form quickly disappeared back into the city.

  "What was that about?" one of her mooks asked.

  "I think he just likes to feel like people are respecting his authority."

  ".... but he didn't make us do anything."

  "I said 'feel like'. I called him sir a couple times, and that's usually enough for him."

  "Huh. Are all the supercops this easy?"

  "... I wish. Hurry it up."

  She felt yet another super huge bowel movement coming up. A problem that never seemed to end. Story of her fuckin' life.

  After the last bit of humanity within her had been broken, she had made one very firm change in her life: Getting paid to use the can on the company's time was the last thing left in this world that brought her even a bit of happiness.