“She broke my balls,” Baker wailed. “Arrest her.” Ryan tried to cover her laugh with a cough. “What do ruptured balls fall under in the penal code anyway?” Ridley pressed her lips together to try to hold her laugh in but failed miserably. “Penal code.” “I give up,” I muttered. “Marshall, will you arrest this asshole and get him medical attention if he needs it?” “You got it, Sheriff. Just as long as I don’t gotta look at his balls.”
