STEVEN

Here at Cracked, there's not much we love to see more than shit getting blown up real good. Unfortunately, we seldom take time to examine the ramifications of when the Steven Seagals of the world decide that the only justice on the menu is the blazing inferno variety. Imagine if you were Detective Steve McBlowshitup's partner, and you were called into what appeared to be a routine drug bust. Protocol would probably call for things like a search warrant and backup. Now, imagine your partner turning right around and running into that drug house, guns blazing. One of two things would happen. You'd either one: try and help him out, to which he'd undoubtedly respond, "I work better alone, kid." Or two: face palm as hard as you possibly could knowing you, the junior partner on the team, would be the one filling out all the paperwork for your partner's cavalier justice.

Or what if you were the Internal Affairs officer that had to weed through all the reports six months later, when the both of you are being investigated for the astronomically high cost in damages done to the apartment complex when your partner decided that the easiest way to deal with the meth lab he found would be to send it skyward in a towering blaze, along with every other apartment in that particular unit?