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"Jamie did mention there was someone else in town stealing copper. I doubt the law dog from Jacksonville would know much of it."
>"Fer fuck's... I'm not a dog. Quit assuming I'm a dog."
"You look like a dog."
>"And you look like a watermelon."
Gallsby's eyes light up.
>"He is a watermelon! He even tastes like one!"
>"Then I guess you smartasses from Dorb can be judged by your covers, but up in Jacksonville, things are a bit more complicated. Anyway, we don't know about any copper thieves down here. We'll ask about it in interrogation and let you know if we find out anything."
>"Wanna smash though?" asks Gallsby.
>"We also do our jobs up in Jacksonville, not whatever you kids are calling 'smash' these days."
"Then let me do cop things and let me check your ID and badge just to avoid any shapeshifting shenanigans."
>"Oh yeah, you guys got one of those, huh." He hands his stuff to me, and pats my hand to get my anti-magic. Nothing's wrong here.
"Yeah. Jamie, if you want a good word, you'll talk about your accomplice."
>"Snitches get bitches." he says. "Wait, uh... stitches. They get stitches, that's the thing I don't want."
>"Snitches get a break, so you'll just get broke." says the cop whose name I now remember as Baxton.
>Tell Baxton that his shirt is too small
All my room to talk about misfitting shirts is taken up by my current shirt.
I sign the paperwork and supply another pair of handcuffs that should last long enough for them to get Jamie put away. Baxton starts to take him.
>"Quit drooling, you delinquent."
>"Then gimme some copper, real high quality copper! I don't drool at all after a good meal!"
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