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| Before we go turn over that hookers apartment I want you to do me a favour. Take a pop at me. I mean it, hit me as hard as you can on my face. Just let loose and let one fly. | |
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| Your kidding right? Last time you asked me to do that you ended up shooting my right knee off. | |
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| For assaulting a police officer you were lucky to get away with your life intact buddy. I could have so easily killed you for that. You owe me for saving your life that day. | |
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| Whatever! Look Lieutenent, there is no way you are going to make me throw a punch at you today. | |
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| You do realise that if you disobey a direct order from your superior I am legally allowed to thread a tire-iron through your eyes? It's all in the book. | |
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| How come my operating procedure manual isn't written in felt-tip? Is it because I'm only a constable? | |
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