Truth of the matter is I was there ta pick up an outlaw whut fled from the south to the liberal land of the yankees. Lower case intended.
Them damned brown clowns stuck me 'n my guard in a holdin' cell 'n forgot us. After 'bout an hour one walked by 'n I smashed my badge inta the plexiglass so hard it knocked the "Sergeant" emblem off it. Finally got their attention. If 'Sleeps serious, he'll tell ya I ain't got much patience with idiots. He knows me well.
The next year I had to go back, different city but still in New Jerky. That time I stayed outside and made 'em bring 'em out. Don't think they liked it, but I had the paper 'n they had no choice.
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