2nd Installment:
WARNING: long intro
*Situation: 3:00am; same Cop, stripped down to ACDC t-shirt because of heat, now drinking water out of thirst (not giving a thought to the fact that this is what everyone else is drinking), talks to 'speed dancer' (one who never stops his hyperactive dancing [no sarcasm!]), and stops him to ask him 'friendly questions'.
COP: So what are you on tonight man?
DANCER: FUCKIN GREAT BEATS, HUH?
COP: *recognising signs of speed, as taught during briefing, and improvising to relate to target* Youre on the whizzer, arent you? Having a good whizz around?
DANCER: Yeh man...*recognising cop, and having previously recognised another cop*...I got them from that bloke *the other cop, deciding to fuck with first cop's head* over there... he said he was a cop but hes on the task force and on the take... i dunno - just go ask him for something.
COP: *recognising supervisor being named as drug dealer* Thanks mate.
*Cop walks off, wondering when his supervisor was let in on their meth business*
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What can I say? I just hate (most... you know the ones I mean) the fuckers.
*shrug*