"Freeze" Shaniquah giggled "Bimbo police!"
Joe turned from the girl he had been slapping around--bitch deserved it--to see a sight he was not prepared for. A black woman cop, but one with enormous breasts, an almost cartoonish hourglass shape, and a vacant expression on her face. He had heard that there was something weird going on with the cops lately, but he wasn't expecting this.
He also wasn't expecting the cop to simply raise her gun and fire. Suddenly Joe was overcome with self-loathing, above all self-loathing for being a nasty, disgusting man. Men, he realized, were inferior in every way, inferior to women and above all inferior to women like this virtually perfect goddess dressed in a slutty version of a police uniform. He would give anything to be like her.
"You want to be like me" Shaniquah asked. "Come with me and we can fix you." She turned to the girl. "You deserve better than to be with nasty mens. Women were meant to be with women. Come with me and we'll get you fixed."
"I don't want to ride with him" said the girl, gesturing towards Joe.
"That's all right" said Shaniquah "He's going to ride in the trunk. Don't want no nasty man-stink in my car."
And Joe obediently got in the trunk of the police car.