With a hood on every corner, a gent wonders at the wisdom of leaving his home. Could our dearly respected police force be so very incompetent? A little less sinker, a little more joe.
And it had been looking to be a swell night. I'd prepared a gorgeous rag of a suit, ritzy down to the dogs.
[Filtered from the authorities]
Juice for rubes. No scratch? Go dry. Simplicity. Hassle the
doll and learn precisely why torpedoes are far from the worst.
[ooc: member of the mafia who does a fair bit of boot-legging... er, post BEFORE the rumble, plz. ]