Cops on the scene

[bartender]

A police car rolls up to the bar just as Wifebeater is walking out dragging a keg or two. Wifebeater throws on a cartoony suprised face, drops the beer, and hauls ass.

WB turns around with a bottle of beer in hand to see if they are chasing him, the cop mistakes the beer bottle for a gun and opens fire. Luckily he is a rookie and misses.

WB runs down an alley and escapes into the night as the cop calls for back-up and checks the damage at the bar.

[wifebeater]

Wifebeater is in the shadows lurking around the bar. The cops are long gone. He sneaks in and looks at the damage, but there's no sign of the bartender.

WB: Where the hell did that bartender go?

Wifebeater jumps over the bar and starts kicking the floor. He can't seem to find the trapdoor, but there's a baseball bat behind the bar. He picks it up and starts to walk away.

WB: I'll find that motherfucker.