Oh. Oh. Look what I've got, Frank. Some of that new male Calvin Klein perfume? Dead cool, dead street. Really gets the babes horny. You know, I reckon when Constable Habib gets a whiff of this, she'll say, wha-hey! Climb aboard, big boy, and fall at the beat. Kevin, it'll take more than a whiff of puff you'll make Magiha beef fall at your feet. Maybe you should try chloroformer. It's supposed to be evocative of a man's testicles. No, I don't mean that. What does it that bloats have that makes them sexy? Mmm, sunglasses. No, it's close to testicles only a little bit longer. Testosterone, Kevin. Look at it, wrapped in a towel. It gives us a splash. I've got a little bit of a little bit of a splash. It gives us a splash. I've got a larger, seeping out my clothes. In the booze, it's ill too. 16 pounds of special bro, nothing to eat but peanuts. I've got a puddle, that's the pub. Two! Well, that's way past closing time. Closing times for plebs, lothers. The lock-in is a traditional cup of perk. Like sticking your siren on when you'd like for dinner. What happened to another lock-in on Friday? How about coming out? Er, you'd be careful, son. Once when I was starting off as a consumable, I got drinking with some of the silly young cupbers when suddenly, in walk-to-a-chief inspector. I looked at my watch. It was one o'clock. Quick as a flash, I put a poor pie on my head and pretend it to be a teal. And what did the inspector do? He ordered a pint. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. You see, Kevin, no problem. There's a big illegal late night drink this Friday. Lots of the boys are coming out. You're going to come out too. Yes, well, I don't know about that, Gary. As a policeman, I just don't feel comfortable breaking the law. I mean, I know that sounds good. Look at that. Coppers stick together. And if we have to bend the rules, then we do it together. That's the police culture. And you'll do a lot better on the force if you admit you're one of us from the start. So you come out, all right? Come out on Friday. I just won't be wearing only a sweater. I'll be right back, let's turn it over. I'm too far, Bob.