Spike leaned forward in the chair and looked at the stoat. "So you're the filthy cop who's been chewing on my rear for the last little while, huh?" The fox exhaled smoke and looked around the room.
The stoat made a muffled sound and squirmed in the chair. Spike looked over at a radio on a small table at the side of the room. He reached over and picked it up before he began to play around with the dials. Music began to play out of it and Spike smiled. He put it back on the table and looked back at the cop who was still muffling behind the sock in his mouth. Spike pulled out the gag and tossed it aside.
"I ain't no goddamn cop!!!" The stoat yelled. Spike wasn't listening to anything other than the radio.
"Can I see some identification, Officer?" Spike asked, looking at him.
"I don't-" The stoat was cut off by a fist smashing against his face.
"What was that? I didn't catch you there."
"I'm not a fu-" The fist caught him again.
"Where is your goddamn badge!?!?!" Spike screamed.