“You’ve heard the old joke, where can you find a cop at two-in-the-morning?” Nus asked.
“Yeah,” Dunoc groaned, “At the donut shop.”
Silence filled their unit instead of laughter.
The pair sat back from the trajectory line, tucked in behind Star-932-Bravo, hidden from traffic. They were watching for speeding craft moving from one worm-hole to another.
Interstellar cops.
They were not the only ones on the beat. Suddenly the two were joined by several pairs of Interstellar cops.
“What did I tell you, Dunoc,” Nus said. “We should have put mouth-cuffs on those scientists before they announced that the universe is a donut and stopped this from becoming a problem.”
“It’s only a case of miscommunication,” Dunoc replied. “They’ll quickly learn that the universe is donut-shaped, not a donut.”
“Yeah, but it’s also donut-filled, too,” Nus returned. “And I happen to like eating my donuts in peace.”
“Look, here comes speeder,” Donuc announced.
“Good,” Nus said, “Step on it, Doughboy.”
The pair laughed as they rocketed after the unaware speeder.
Nowhere Nevada 