"Hey, Little Rachel, what are you busy with?" James Brown teased Helen Wilson as soon as he came in.
Helen was in a good mood, but she still put on a stern face and snapped, "Quit the sweet talk. I'm at work now, just caught a bunch of drug traffickers, and I'm in the middle of an interrogation."
"Hehe, thanks a lot. I saw it on the news too. I just had a run-in with them a few days ago. If it weren't for you catching them, I wouldn't know how to deal with these reckless guys next."
"Oh really, so I'm just here to clean up your mess? You go out causing trouble, and I have to arrest people?"
"It's not that I'm causing trouble; it's those bad guys coming at me. As a police officer, you have to protect the safety of us citizens. I thank you on behalf of all the people of YODC City."
"Stop, stop, keep going, and you'll be sending me a funeral wreath. What's the matter? I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."
