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I decided to abandon the slime. The joke had worn old. Besides, some sandwhich poisoner had escaped, and the Feds wanted my help tracking her down.
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| What leads doo we have, Sergeant? | |
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| I am very obviously not with law enforcement... | |
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Sergeant O'Malley was playing hard to get. But I knew the shake.
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| Listen up, donut boy! I ned to find that broad! | |
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| I don't have time for this. | |
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And then it hit me like a tampon filled with white wine. This wasn't O'Malley!
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| Hands where I can see them, punk, and no sudden movements! | |
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| Jesus Christ, is that a gun?! Don't shoot! | |
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