Whether You Like It Or Not

When I wake up with no oxymask, I know I’m in trouble. Lungs burning, eyes watering, I stagger toward the nearest building, a fucking KFC.
“No chicken. Call the cops.”
It’s peacemakers now, not cops. Sounds old-fashioned, but this is the future, baby, and you’re gonna be peaceful whether you like it or not.
So, how come I just got mugged?
Check me out in the bathroom mirror! Busted lip, bloody bangs. I guess I fought back. Greasy chicken smell makes me vomit, and that’s when the tears come.
Just got my ass kicked.
And I’m a goddamn peacemaker.