Wait And See... (End)

Fortune may favour the bold, but in a life-or-**** situation like this, Texas wasn't taking any chances. Except that she really should have, because Roxxie, now free of her cuffs, walked over and slapped a pair of cuffs on Texas, smirking a little.

"It's a shame I don't get to obliterate you myself, Sheriff, but I'm just happy knowing you'll be unhappy. Very unhappy." The weasel opened her mouth for a witty comeback, but Roxxie instantly grabbed the sheriff's ponytail and turned around, slamming her face into her oversized ass before blasting out a noxious hellstorm of farts. The last thing Texas heard was Roxxie's snorting laughter before everything went black.

As consciousness slowly returned to the weasel, she had the oddest feeling that she was floating, then opened her eyes to discover that she was not far off. Texas was dangling from the hook of a crane in some sort of large wooden warehouse. She glanced down, instantly recognising the machine below her, a contraption made almost entirely of steel rollers and heavy machinery. A printing press.

A chuckle from her left made her turn, and sure enough, there was Vivian, Roxxie and the mayor's rhinoceros thug, standing on a nearby catwalk. The mayor was grinning with malicious glee as Texas turned her head to look at them.

"So this is yer plan, Vivian? Run me through a printin' press? Fer a great thinker, you ain't thinkin' too well. Ah've survived way worse than that!" The sheriff shouted in defiance. The mayor's grin just widened.

"Oh Texas, stupid as always. THAT is a printing press," She said, pointing towards another, very similar machine in the warehouse, with some slight differences from the one Texas was dangling above. "This one makes a slightly different sort of paper... So long, Texas. It has not been a pleasure." The lynx's hand slammed down on a huge red button on the control panel, and the machine hummed to life, the rollers spinning madly. Above Texas, the crane hook detached, sending her plummeting.

"Wait, no-AARRGHGHHH!!"

The weasel's body disappeared between the rollers with a series of loud squishing and crunching noises. As she passed through all of them, the villains could occasionally catch glimpses of the sheriff as she was flattened more and more, her body going from flat paper to a thin, tan mess, completely unrecognisable as a weasel. As the sheriff reached the end of the rollers, her mess of a body was fed into a large metal box, from inside of which came a cacophonous series of squishes and crunches, until finally, from the conveyor belt leading of the machine, came hundreds of tan rolls of toilet paper. The Texas toilet rolls were fed along the conveyor belt, until they toppled into a box marked 'to county jail.'Up above, Vivian sniggered in sadistic glee.

"As mayor, I officially declare it to be burrito week at the jail. They'll burn through that toilet paper before anyone notices she's missing..."

And that was the end of Sheriff Texas, made into hundreds of rolls of low-quality toilet paper for the massive prisoners to wipe their asses with. Sure enough, as the mayor predicted all the toilet paper was used up before anyone figured out what had happened, and the sheriff's last contribution to the world was a humorous headline in the town newspaper.

"Sheriff turned into toilet paper for prisoners. A shitty way to go."