Streaker

"Looks like we've got a streaker running around the food court."

Alex looks at the monitors to see a young, pale skinny guy who is rather well hung.

"I'm on it." Alex says as she leaves the security room and heads for the food court. On her way there she sees the naked man running, with a giant, shit eating grin on his face. He looks at Alex and raises a middle finger as he speeds past. She takes chase and easily tackles him. He yelps as he hits the ground. Alex then puts handcuffs on him and says "Alright fun's over punk."

"Jeez love, you tryna kill me?" The man replies, in a British accent.

"C'mon, let's get you out of here." She sternly replies. Alex leads the man to the security room. John appears to be asleep, so Alex takes the streaker into the small interrogation room. Inside the room are two chairs and a table. The room is fairly soundproof, but people can still hear if things get really loud. The man sits down so Alex asks him "So what are you doing streaking?"

"Friend offered me a one-hundred dollars to do it." He sighs.

"You know the fine for public exposure will probably be more than one-hundred right?"

"Yeah well I hit my nuts when you tackled me too so I guess I'm coming out second best?"