Pulled over in Kansas

Things are going well until a fateful night crossing through Kansas. Flashing lights appear behind the tour bus. You are driving. You pull over and wait twenty five minutes. The bus has no booze or dope on it. You and the boys have no money for that. Hell the bus has no food on it either. Two more police cars appear and cop approach the bus with batons in they're hands.

"Where's your owner?", A tall and ugly Mexican cop growls looking into the bus and seeing only footheads looking back.

"There's no owner. We are free Mollkins, I'm the manager of this band", You tell the officer. With a sharp whistle the baton swings into your head. The world turns red with the flaring pain and you find yourself on the floor. "Shut up smart ass. If I have any questions for you I'll fucking ask them. Shut the fuck up". Where's the drugs stashed you fucking mutant scum?".

"We don't have any drugs". A kick to the ribcage knocks the wind out of you. You can't breathe. The other cops enter the bus and they start going through everything violently. Pushing band mates down and smacking them with batons. The violent abuse gets worse. you are taking outside and shot execution style while the others have to watch. Then they are all beaten and or shot to death. Turns out that in Kansas a law officer can not be punished for killing Mollkins, including free registered ones.

The End