"Oh come on now, kids," she sighs, "have you been drinking?"
"No, seriously, lady, there's werewolves out there!" you protest.
"Kids," she sighs, "This is not the night to fuck with me." She rubs her temples. "I have no idea what you mainland kids love about my island, but it's always the same shit with you. Lemme guess...you guys came over on a boat with a whole ton of other kids, right?"
"Yeah," Becky said.
"And you thought you were going to Pleasure Island, right?" she asks.
"You got it, Sherlock," you say, enjoying pissing the cop off.
"Well, let me tell you something. You girls are all the same, you come here, you hear it's called Monster Island, and your minds start playing tricks on you. I hear it all the time; at least once a month. All you city girls up to no good, and you get here and you're disappointed and bored. Some of you get to wandering, and you get out into the marshes or the woods, and you've never heard so much as an owl hoot in the big city. Suddenly everything that moves is some sort of monster, and you all come running to me," she says, clearly displeased with you two.
"Look, we're not fucking retarded, and we're not fucking crazy! We know what we're talking about, and it's not some fucking racoon or goddamn owl!" you yell.
"That's IT!" the officer says, grabbing the two of you by the wrists. "You two can spend a night in a jail cell, and I'll decide tomorrow whether or not to charge you!"