What was it about police work that made a guy want a donut? As Battler nibbled happily on a particularly bad for him treat, he pondered the meaning of life as a cop. Yeah, he was still getting used to the idea of being a cop and had a bad habit of acting like a civilian in most situations. Today though he was in his full cop garb, walking through the park with a donut in his hand- it was practically impossible to see him as anything but a stereotypical joke cop. Wow what he didn’t want that at all- what was he doing to himself?
Another bite of his donut later, he decided there was little point in stressing over his life at the moment and turned to more pressing matters. A kid. Well, sort of a kid. How young could be considered kid when he himself was only twenty-two years old?
“Heyo, kiddo. All well? Anything your local bored cop can do to make your day better?”
Man, he was pretty bored.