Zack was intrigued as to what Damien was now doing with his spray can. It was then he realised what the Dog was doing. Oh. A make shift flamethrower! Of course. No doubt Viktor would be pleased to know that his drummer's boyfriend was so good at making these things on the fly.

Joe laughed and kissed the back of Aarne's neck as he got up slightly and pulled down his pants, mooning the other cop cars now coming up the freeway. They could all fuck off. Viktor watched Damien and Zack and then saw the flamethrower. Hell yes. Seeing the Zippo light up the jet of aerosol caused the punk to cheer and then middle finger the cop car getting sprayed.

"Fuck yeah!"

Zack's eyes went wide but then he too was smiling and laughing at the chaos. Cops were wankers and they deserved it.