While the good, kind-hearted folks of Szathkeyville, Ohio sat idle, the United States Government was not taking any chances with what they labelled "The Large Menace". The FBI set up a cordon around Szathkeyville from which no one could enter or escape and they planned on sending the Obesity Patrol to capture Biggs..."maimed but preferably dead".
Of course, Biggs was unaware of all the commotion he had caused. To him, he had merely eaten well last night and picked up something for tonight's feast. Biggs had brought Cait to his alleyway attempting to get to know her better before he forced himself on her. They talked and talked most of the night; it was however something of a one sided conversation, Biggs merely grunting responses to Cait's repeated cries for help.
It was getting late and Biggs was tired of listening to Cait's whining so he decided it was time to do the deed. He got up and walked towards her while unbuttoning his slacks. Well Cait was probably never more relieved to see anyone than she was to see Captain Benny Stills of the Obesity Patrol standing behind Biggs, pointing his shotgun at that large head of his.
"Stop right there, big man!", called Capt. Stills.
Biggs whirled around angrily but retreated slighty when he saw the 12 gauge double barelled Remington pointed at him.
"Step away from the young one or you're gonna bleed!", ordered Stills.
"Why don't you not do that!", pleaded Biggs in a moment of unexpected clarity.
"Step away, Mr. Biggs!"
"Never!!!!!!!" cried Biggs as he rushed Capt. Stills, foaming at the mouth.
Captain Stills let loose two rounds in Biggs' belly, tearing open both the front and back of his shirt.
As Biggs lay on the street gushing buckets of blood, he looked up
at Capt. Stills and uttered his last words, "This is...my father's...shirt."
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