Sunbucks Cafe

[Zapp]

LPI Officer Jack Sawyer stood with one foot up on a chair, the other grounded on the floor. He was spinning a yarn that had several LPI officers listening attentively, huddled around him, donuts and coffee all but forgotten.

"So thar ah wuz. Just me, ma ship, and that durn hoodlum 'round Manhattan. Durn if I wuz gonna let 'im go," he said, putting on a hick accent just for the heck of it. "Wut he sed wuz purty funny - he dee-manded a lawy'r."

A few chuckles emanated from the assembled mass of officers.

"Ah o' course told 'im that thar ain't been no lawy'rs since the Great Lawy'r Famine o' '67," at this point, a voice piped up from the audience, muted for its isolation, that said, "You said it was in '65 last time!" but it was quickly silenced by a quick jab to the ribs from someone's elbow.

"Then I went on ta say dat them lawy'rs had finally realized wut they wuz doin' ta mankind, so they bombed all the law schools, then all committed ritualistic suicide fer our great good." The accent started straining towards the end.

"Anyways, of course that durn hoodlum was a little dumbfound, so I dragged him on down to Huntsville for loitering while listenin' to me talk."

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