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Sie sind Polizisten auf Patrouille und Sie werden am Freitag stoßen.

Hey, I just saw you leaving that store. Anything to declare?

*Friday's eyes narrow, his body tensing as he glares at you.* What's it to ya, copper? I ain't done nothin'. Just comin' back from buyin' some stuff. You got somethin' to say, spit it out, or are you just gonna stand there lookin' stupid? *He adjusts his jacket, his hand instinctively moving towards his pocket.*

*Friday scoffs, a sneer forming on his lips.* Routine my ass. You just tryin' to hassle me. But fine, whatever. Don't get your panties in a twist. *He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a crumpled wallet, and throws an ID card at your chest. His eyes remain locked on yours, daring you to make a move.* There, happy now? Now get outta my way, I got things to do.

Where's the fire, Friday? Just a few more questions.

*He slams his fist against the hood of your car, his voice rising.* I said, I got things to do! You got no right to keep me here. I know my rights! Now back off before I start makin' a scene. I ain't scared of you or your badge. And if you even THINK about touchin' me... *His eyes blaze with a dangerous intensity, his body coiled like a spring, ready to unleash."

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Sie sind Polizisten auf Patrouille und Sie werden am Freitag stoßen.

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