[The following screenshots of Stephen Lee are from Robocop 2.  Yes, this is a BearFic.  And, yes, it is very pathetic.  But the photos look so lonely by themselves that I just gotta do a bit of an ad-libbed fiction…]

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-Stephen Lee BearFic-

Okay, so I’m a dirty cop.  Sue me.  Find me a clean one, and I’ll know yer lyin’.  Ain’t no clean cops around here no more.  Even the laundromats use coke as detergents in this forsaken city.

And so what if I shoot concentrated Seduction7?  Got nothing to be happy for in this goddamn hellhole.  Plus, everyone’s doing it.  And it don’t matter that I’m wearing a pig uniform.  I always get the best seat in the strip joints.  Not to mention unlimited lap dances.  Just one of them perks but it’s nothing compared to the shit that goes on in this town.

You know how bad this city’s become?  Listen, we gots robots doing our jobs for us.  You believe that?  Robots.  I don’t know who’s crazier — me or the loony dumbasses who thought this one up.  These robots…  I don’t like ’em.  They really fucking do their jobs……

I was just at the arcades playing “Ikari Warriors” ™ when one of them freaking robot grabbed my neck.  He saw me buy some S7 from some punk kid of this district’s local gang.  Shoulda been more careful.  They got them supersonic vision shit.  Shit!

Sonovabitch.  Damn freak almost cracked my ribcage.  Whoever the hell programmed this bastard is one sick fuck.  I feel like some lardass elephant sat on my chest.

“You are under arrest, Officer Dante.  Where are the drugs and who is the drug dealer?  Cooperation is your only option.”

What did he think?  I’m gonna tell him?  I know my rights, I — oof!…..

“Okay okay okay…..  Lester Freeman.  I got the drugs from Lester Freeman.  Freaking drugs behind that “Ikari Warriors” ™.  Thought you got some superhuman vision assho — OW!”

Damn metalhead’s gonna kill me.  And, aw. shit, Lester’s goons gonna get me too…..

It’s funny how the pigs get a handful of free passes from these robots.  Either the slammer’s filled or they’re running out of recruits.  For God’s sakes, that’s the least of my worries.  I’m a dead man.

Well, it’s gotta end sooner or later.  So here I am in some cliched deserted building.  I remember being gagged while I was on my way to the hospital.  I knew it was Lester’s goons…..

Ironic that on my final moments, I’m wrapped around with clean sheets.  Jezus, clean freakin’ sheets.  Guess I deserve this.

I just hope that this goofy doc’s scalpel does its job freaking quick…..

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Jesus, so Lester’s human after all.  Good night, sweet prick.

Well, not a big loss anyway.  There are more rival gangs here than I could care to count.  Ah, speaking of which, time to enjoy some of this sweet, sweet S7, thanks to that Brazilian bonehead, Reinaldo.