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| Alright, we're going to break this perp. We go in there and I shine the light on him and say "Look pal, we can throw the book at you, you end up some Bubba's sweet ass pancake in the joint." | |
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| Meanwhile, I'm the one NOT holding him while you and the chief force him to drink patrol horse urine until he's jaundiced? | |
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| Right. Meanwhile I get the boys from Vice all sweaty in their silk boxers before they all fart on each other's hands and take turns rubbing it all over the perp's face. Your role in the meantime? | |
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| Well, once you make him eat the ooky cookie and the soggy biscuit soaked with our on the spot made Special Jackoff Task force, I kindly offer him a piece of gum in an act of goodwill. | |
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| Did you squeak out a fat quacker fart onto it in the other room? | |
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| Hey, give it a rest Serpico, I know the score. | |
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