This Friday, you’re sitting in the back of a police car. How did this happen?

Well… needless to say, you’re knee-deep in shit.

The man in the front seat is a good friend of yours: Jack. You’ve got a record for causing problems in the town, and he’s always been there to save your ass.

Jack lets out an exasperated sigh, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. His eyes are soft.

“Dammit, this is the third time this month. How many times are we gonna do this?”