"Er, excuse me sirs," you say, nervously stepping in front of Sid and the two officers. "I know this is a bit unusual, but please hear me out for a second. Sid can't be held accountable for his actions. His head's not all together, if you get what I mean."
The police betray their tough exteriors for a brief moment and look surprised. No one has protested an arrest in years. The shock is only momentary, though, and the officers quickly bark back a response.
"Back off, kid... before we arrest you for complicity with this guy." Sid is white as a sheet. "Get out of here, you fool!" he says.
"Uh, but..." you stammer.
"I said, back off!" Yells the nearer officer.
"Forget it," says the other officer. "He'll listen to this." He reaches for his weapon.
Panicking, you nervously look for a way to escape. You shove a rack of canned rations over on top on the agitated officer. Crash!
The suddenly immobile officer struggles to get the heavy rack off of himself. The other officer lets go of Sid to pull out his weapon, and quickly rushes to block the door out.
"Now that was stupid, kid. You're gonna do even more jail time than the old guy." He's right. Looks like your first mistake is also your last.
Suddenly, old Sid (whom neither of you had been paying attention to) unleashes a flying kick on the police guy, knocking his weapon away. Sid's kick knocked the officer to the floor. The officer must have hit his head in the fall, because he seems to be knocked out. You stand speechless.
"We're both in trouble now," says Sid. "But I appreciate your attempt to help me. I'm outta here!" And he runs out the door, gone in an instant. The other officer, still trapped under the rack, screams at you. "We'll get you for this! Don't think we won't find you! Your life is over!" He's right. You'd better do like Sid and vanish without a trace.
