The crowd spoke of the brouhaha as they watched the firefighters swing at the cops. It all started with the introduction of the donuts. Crispy, freshly fried, and topped with powdered sugar, the infamous Windmill donuts sent the service workers into a frenzy.

Both sides had been working together to stem a fire outside of Browning, but once a cop tried to jump the queue all hell broke loose. Apparently the young lieutenant tried to argue that since cops are stereotyped for loving donuts, they should embrace it and receive the first portions. The firefighters, especially Captain Rolownsky took exception to that.

“All you did was watch! If anyone needs the calories, it’s the men who were putting in the real work.”

“Real men? You ride around in a red toy truck! You’re no more of a man than my five year old son.”

“Your son’s hero is a firefighter, Dan. How about you sit and think about that?”

”We’ll settle this in the ring.”

The men came together in an interlocking ring of flesh and civil service. The two men brought their padded batons to bear. Rolownsky struck first with a snapped kick. Daniel tried to slap it away, but caught a service boot to the jaw. He wobbled before straightening back up. Bloodied spittle dripped from his mouth. Rolownsky gave a harsh smile and kept his fists up. Daniel bull rushed Rolownsky, but he caught two fists hammered down onto his back. Daniel’s fellow cops looked on as Rolownsky dispatched their colleague with ease.

“I told you, no cuts. Not even for donut munchers.”