Det.L.Crumby
You walk into a small room. You see an agitated detective looking you up and down. He
spits a wad of tobacco onto the ground and points a baton towards the rough wooden seat
that his balloon like stomach is pressed against. "Take a fragging seat, dish breath, I've
been waiting longer then a two bit hooker for your pathetic confession, now take a
fragging seat before I break yours." He grumbles and flexes his stiff rubber baton.
Take a seat
Get the hell out of there
Dumbly stare back at the guy and his big black baton
Are you ready to give up?