| 00:00 - 00:03 | The officer arrived within minutes of dispatch |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | He saw the suspect right away . . . . |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | & the foot pursuit started here . . . . |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | and lasted for about 60 meters, before he caught . . . . |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | and handcuffed the suspect here |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | And surely the officer issued |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | the standard soul-eating admonishment? |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Mein Fuehrer . . . . |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | It's just that . . . . |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | We are not allowed to eat souls anymore |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | It's a new rule from the top |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Get Peer Support out of here - they're not going to like what I have to say |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | O! M! G! dudes! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | What kind of weakness is this?? |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I take off a couple of weeks for Coronavirus |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | and come back to this?? |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | Whose rule is this?? |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | How do you expect us to run fast now? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | What in the world do you expect me to say |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | to a savage when I'm gaining on him?? |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Sir, you could just bark at him |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | What do you think this is?! Amateur hour? |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | but dog noises can be very intimidating |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | How do you even call yourself a graveyard cop?? |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | You're such a company-man . . . . |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | with your defense of Admin . . . . |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Tell me, sergeant . . . . where did you place |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | on the lieutenant promotional list? |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | I have way too many graveyard shifts |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | ahead of me to be told I can't eat souls anymore |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | They are just so damn tender and tasty! |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | And it seems obvious all of you clowns are okay with this! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | When I learned Bartman mentored this officer, |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | I knew the youngster would handle these foot chases correctly |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | and he did . . . . and now feasting is forbidden |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Our tactical roars . . . . |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | once meant something to each of us . . . . |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | They showed we were taking care of our streets |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | . . . . and having a little snack along the way, too |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | I even asked IT for a dispo-code to indicate a soul was eaten |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | . . . . but Homeless-Involvement was more important! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Relax. You'll get used to those fugly pacthes |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Good hard-working, fun-loving cops . . . . |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | are gonna have no souls to eat |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | at a time when . . . . |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | uniforms are changing, we have no Resort overtime, |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | & every car stop needs a damn RIPA, |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | It's just hard to believe we're going to be left so hungry |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | I'm just gonna kick it at Grace Court |
