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Vincette was out scmoozing with the harlots,
leaving the other two cop guys to work on a case about some missing shallots, and a robbery that went berserk. They grab their cheap pistols and head outside, ready to track down the missing veggies, completely unaware and petrified of a robber who'd distract them with wedgies. That robber was the one who caused this whole mess which was checked out by bungling detectives. But now is a time in which I should confess that I made that theft effective. Naturally those detectives were fired the next day, and with this bizzare robbery I got away.
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