The Precinct
You walk past the desk and just have time to noticed that the words stencilled on the
door are "666th precinct". The rough arm of the law pulls you up and centres you with a
beady stare. The sergeant is not happy, and he menacingly lets you know this. "What! Are
you really stupid or just a cretin?"
Answer you can't call me that, I've got rights you know
Answer yeah I'm a bloody idiot
Answer yeah I'm a cretin
Are you ready to give up?