The whole city's in flames, the gangs are running amok, and me, I'm chained to an unconcious member of the Mad Gears. Where the hell is my gun? What am I suspposed to do, beat half the thugs with my nightstick? Not with a hundred and sixty pounds of coyote meat hanging off my arm.

And yet I just keep thinking about how they're going to charge me for replacing the shirt...

Okay, another canine cop. This one is way too buff to be Rudy, but I don't know who he actually is. This was another of those pics where the story snuck up on me halfway into laying it out. For what it's worth, I love the jacket on the Mad Gear.

Bonus points if you get the game reference.

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