Yeah they are fishing and trying to get you to drop yourself in it.
DON'T reply, don't say a thing. Talking to the filth=bad. The filth=bad.
And don't for a picosecond assume either that they will even obey their own laws, they give not a twat about procedure, legal rights and protections, only 'what can we do to find more people guilty and ruin their lives, what lies can we tell, what facts can we deny or twist, or what can we make someone say that we can twist and turn against them as it's opposite' The svinya have absolutely zero honor, none what the fuck so ever. Low down, disgusting abortions trying to masquerade as failed, shitty, fat slobby donut munching slime scraped off the anal abscess festering on the diseased rectum of the arse end of the sub-human race, and not even coming close to that level of civilization and right to life. I love it on the news when I hear a piggy just got hospitalized, shot, run over, poisoned by some nerve agent-wielding russian spook. It's like fucking christmas come twice in a year, getting to hear that some piece of filth in blue is REALLY suffering in their own personal private hell made flesh.
Not quite on the same level as the complete extacy that every moment spent in the company of the younger of my two former fiancees was, or getting to hear her so much as speak a single word, with her definitely spesh-sounding, cute and sexy as hell voice sending electric tingles up my spine, nothing will ever be comparable to her, or what she could do to me in that sense. But finding out a copper has just been whacked, or better, greivously harmed and going to be forced to spend the rest of their existence as a withered, crippled, internally-screaming emptied out husk that isn't afforded the privilege of getting to die, oh its like baby jesus coming back for a devout christian.
Hehe, got to be one of the funniest things I've ever seen, two swine beginning to advance on me, after I'd been nicked for something I didn't do and they couldn't charge me with, and had to drop, while I was dying for a piss, and had been left no alternative, not that I needed much persuasion either mind you, but to drop my trousers, show 'em a bird's eye view of a chocolate starfish, as I slowly, methodically walked round the meat wagon they used to nick me, hosing it down with one long, continuous stream of yellow, stinky and to them probably closest thing to family they will ever see, piss, all over, bar the door handles on the meat cage that a prisoner might touch, I did do the exhaust pipe pretty thoroughly, the wheels, and paying EXTRA special attention to make sure that the driver's and front passenger side door handle had received the appropriate level of prolonged micturition thereunto.
The two swine tried to start coming for me, but stopped right where the FUCK they were told they would not pass beyond, if they didn't want me to save the rest to hose THEM down. The look on their snouts was pure comedy gold, or at least, a rather concentrated shade of yellow

, they REALLY wanted to stop me from walking round the whole pig van and pissing on and in every little bit of pissable pig van territory possible without being able to get the petrol cap off (not for want of trying mind you, tank was one of the first things I tried, after gifting them an unworthy view of my furry autistic arse sphincter.)
But they KNEW that I meant every word of what I said, and was just itching for them to take one step closer, and come in range. But no, they denied me the pleasure of widdling my merry way all over a couple of shit-eating copper twatmongers from as high towards 'head to toe' as I could squirt a jet of urine; because when I ordered them to back the fuck up and stay there if they didn't want to be next on my list of things to piss all over, and hopefully, get a chance to nut one of the cunts good and proper right in the snout whilst at it, because that was what was made clear, was about to happen if they didn't do what they were told, when they were told it.
Quite immensely satisfying, I heartily recommend urinating on, defaecating upon/in pig property or pigs themselves, or both, if in a situation where one can get away with it. That was bloody fun that was, making them take orders in order to avoid being soaked in a HUGELY overfull bladder load of rank piss, to keep away and leave me to finish taking my piss all over and in and around the pig van
