Colin decided it was probably a good idea to get in the squad car and wait for them to get back. Colin had some spare keys he secretly took off the key ring when the cops stopped to use the bathroom.
He unlocked the back door and tossed the clothes in, slamming it shut. Then he went up front and got in on the passenger side, locking the car with the keypad's lock button as he settled down. Colin was low on energy, so he kicked the seat back and fell asleep.
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Colin tossed and turned as he dreamt a horrid dream.
"STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY!" Colin yelled in the dreamscape. It was a vast pink plane in a chartreuse expanse of nothing. Giggling filled the air as a massive bimbo horde ran him down stretching back for miles, full of people he once knew. His friends, his family, the people he knew from Facebook.
"Like, JOIN US! *heeheeheeheeheehee*" the chorus of voices giggled. He reached for a shotgun and ended up pulling out a giant frosting bag.
"What the.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the gamer yelled as he was swallowed by a giant bimbo.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Colin screamed, breaking the silence of the early morning.
The gamer looked around. He was in the car, still alone, in the same spot. It wasn't some trippy dream: everything that had happened was real.
"Well, it could be worse, I mean it's not like Hawthorne and that other lady-"
Colin was cut-off by a pair of bimbos slamming into the sides of the car.
These two bimbos were wearing police uniforms... THEIR UNIFORMS.
These bimbos that were flashing their DD boobs at the gamer were once the cops that brought him there.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Colin screamed as he got in the driver's seat, buckled in, and floored it in reverse, knocking the bimbofied cops to the ground as he ran them over and drove off.