"Hello, is this the DC police?"
"Yes."
"Oh, hey, is this Vincent?"
"Charlie!"
"Howyadoin'?"
"Great, really, great. And you?"
"Can't complain. You know, the arthritis thing, but everything else is working as it should. How's the kids?"
"Kids are great. Jamela is going to high school in September. Thanks for helping us get her into that nice private school in Georgetown."
"No problem. My pleasure really."
"Say, Charlie, what can I help you with today? Do you need anybody intimidated this week?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Uh-huh."
"Actually, I just wanted to let you know I'll be protesting outside the Sudanese embassy. Make sure you send Toejam and Hilderbert to do the arrest, OK? Last time, that other guy, the Italian dude, Capaceto, he was too rough. Know what I mean?
"Sure thing. I'll get Toejam and Hilderbert. They were supposed to do a cocaine bust today, but that can wait. So what time should I send the guys over?"
"Let's say noon, all right? Put the rubber handcuffs on, drive me to the precinct and have lunch ready?"
"Sure, Charlie. What will it be today?"
"You know what I could go for?"
"I have an ide..."
"That's right, some spareribs from Corncobb's Barbecue Pit, a tub of cole slaw and some of those tasty collards."
"Sure thing, Charlie. We'll have it waiting for you, nice and hot. We'll get caught up."
"All right then. See you about 12:15?"
"See you then."
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