Get The Fuck Out

After being robbed and having steam be blown at her, a very anxious Mimi had run towards the street and gestured for a taxi to pick her up, before the tires of one screeched loudly to pick her up. As she got inside and slammed the door shut, the taxi driver didn't bother to look at her.

"Where to?" Mimi, being a mime, pointed forward, much to the discontent of the driver, "Fucking weirdo."

Stepping onto the forward pedal, the taxi drove away from the corner. Mimi rested and breathed a silent sigh of relief as she quietly stared off the car's window, watching as people walked, storefronts were unbashful in their ugliness, and the whole area breathed general unattractiveness.

A fake cough had caught the attention of the Mime and she turned to stare at the rear-view mirror which held the display of the taxi driver with contempt.

"Now I don't reckon that you can pay?" Mimi stayed silent, but not because it was her usual demeanor, "You already don't have a location, but do you have any money?"

Checking her pockets, the Mime patted all over her leggings before finally finding something in her back pocket. Retrieving the item, Mimi had displayed that she, in fact, held nothing, and inside the nothing were a few bills of thin air. The Taxi Driver was not impressed and stopped the car by the curb.

"Get out." He demanded. Mimi looked outside and saw that the same facades and streets were still present, and in response, she shook her head, making the driver even more displeased, "If you don't get out, the cops'll take you out for sure."

Frozen, the Mime thought of whatever she can to escape this situation. As the driver increasingly became more impatient, she kept on patting her body, looking for something in her possession until she finally found it.

As the driver looked back, hands grabbing onto his car seat, the Mime quickly performed a cuffing action, and as the driver lunged forward trying to grab Mimi, she quickly dodged his attempt in grabbing her by going under his arm. In an attempt to grab her again, the driver attempted to reach for the Mime but gave up on reaching from his right.

Closer at his left, the driver reached for Mimi, but the Mime had performed the same cuffing gesture as she did with his right hand. Suddenly, he fought himself unable to use both arms as they were joined together.

"What the hell?" Hopping onto the front seat, Mimi had placed a pillow on his lap before sitting on it, crushing the man's crotch and yelling in pain. Grabbing hold of the wheel, the disregard of taxi drivers that she saw a while ago, was mimicked by her but with a greater ferociousness, "Hey hey hey!"

The roar of the engines corresponded with her foot, and they were loud. As rubber tires screeched and cars honked at them, the taxi acted more similar to a wild and confused horse rather than a vehicle, which was immediately followed by blaring lights and sirens.

Navigating her way, unsure of where they're going, Mimi kept up the pace and callously dodged traffic, passing red lights, spooking pedestrians, and chased an ambulance just to avoid even more traffic right until she no longer had a use for it - all of this, and she had a captive audience that kept remarking her as a "FUCKING PSYCHO."

As the sirens become softer and softer, Mimi figured that the police wouldn't see her. Patting the dashboard of the taxi, she took a hard turn and had the vehicle fly into road and pipeline repairs, crashing it in a ditch while the workers were out for lunch.

The driver wondered if he was still alive by checking his surroundings. Sure enough, and the Mime was too, proven by the fact that she dashed off to the side and shut the door to the taxi just as police sirens were getting louder again.

"Wait, wait!" The driver yelled, "You can't just leave me like this!" Struggling to break free, all hope was in vain as policemen became visible above his vehicle and in front of the windshield, guns aimed at him.

"Freeze! Don't you dare move." Not even given the liberty to plant his face on the steering wheel, the taxi driver simply surrendered to his fate and fell limp, waiting until the authorities could free him. All he wondered now, was if they noticed a mime running away from the scene.