 ambulance ride to the hospital and the immediate attention of another legally licensed and hopefully reasonably experienced physician. But if the unnatural protuberance was in plain view in the digestive system's--or a female's reproductive system--exit point? And therefore easily extractable? Then it became a judgment call for the supervisor on duty. And this supervisor on duty, Tony Rivera, had already made his mind up that if there was something sticking out of the business end of Mr. Fleshmound's ample posterior he was gonna bundle him into an ambulance quicker than a credit card company sky rockets the interest rates on a monthly payment more than three seconds late. And, he thought with no little dark humor, Elvis would be his absolute first choice for the officer assigned to watch Mr. Fleshmound's fecal movement progress at the hospital. Hopefully a slow and messy progress that would leave Elvis as nauseated as Tony was at this very teetering on a strip search moment.

"OK," Tony finally said, the word reverberating through his mind like a voice bouncing off the walls of a very long echo chamber leading to an unmarked door possibly leading to a medieval torture chamber where an extra large Iron Maiden had been prepared just for him by the Hind Sight Special Ops Team. "I guess we're gonna have to do a strip search."

"Good," Elvis said. "I'll go tell Copro." Tony blinked.

"Copro? Lorenzo? Why Lorenzo?" Elvis was as quick with his answer as that nasty tempered snapping turtle that damn near scissored his index finger when he was rebaiting a hook on his last fishing trip on the Colorado. The turtle did, however, make for a tasty soup.

"This is a natural for Lorenzo. He is your most qualified officer to perform a strip search." Another puzzled blink from Tony.

"Lorenzo? Qualified? A guy who has trouble finding his own dick when he has to take a leak? You call him qualified?" Elvis shook his head in a vigorous affirmative.

"Absolutely!" He said. "Lorenzo is your man. Without a doubt." Elvis had figured out that doing a strip search of Mr. Fleshmound was already taking things too far in a personal Elvis sense. Peering into Fleshmound's bodily exit points was definitely not at the top of Elvis' list of Cool Things to Do. What the hell. Let Copro get the credit if the
ambulance ride to the hospital and the immediate attention of another legally licensed and hopefully sanely experience physician. But if the unnatural bulge was in plain scene in the digestive system's -- or a female's reproductive organization -- passing point? And therefore easily extractable? Then it became a judgment call option for the supervisor on duty. And this supervisor on duty, Tony Rivera, had already make his mind up that if there was something adhere out of the business end of Mr. Fleshmound's ample buttocks he was gon na bundle him into an ambulance quicker than a credit menu company sky rockets the interest rates on a monthly requital more than three seconds recently. And, he thought with no little dark liquid body substance, Elvis would be his absolute first choice for the officer assigned to watch Mr. Fleshmound's fecal movement progress at the hospital. Hopefully a slow and messy progress that would leave Elvis as nauseated as Tony was at this very teetering on a strip search moment. 

 " OK, " Tony finally said, the news reverberating through his mind like a part bouncing off the walls of a very long echo chamber head to an unmarked door possibly leading to a medieval distortion chamber where an extra large Iron Maiden had been prepared just for him by the Hind Sight Special Ops Team. " I guess we're gon na get to do a strip search. " 

 " Good, " Elvis said. " I'll go tell Copro. " Tony blink. 

 " Copro? Lorenzo? Why Lorenzo? " Elvis was as quick with his answer as that nasty tempered snapping turtleneck that damn near scissored his index finger when he was rebaiting a hook on his last fishing trip on the Colorado. The turtle did, however, make for a tasty soup. 

 " This is a lifelike for Lorenzo. He is your most qualified officer to perform a strip search. " Another perplex blink from Tony. 

 " Lorenzo? Qualified? A guy who induce trouble discover his own dick when he has to take a leak? You call him certified? " Elvis shook his question in a vigorous affirmative. 

 " Absolutely! " He said. " Lorenzo is your man. Without a doubt. " Elvis had figured out that doing a airstrip search of Mr. Fleshmound was already taking things besides far in a personal Elvis sense. Peering into Fleshmound's bodily passing points was definitely not at the top of Elvis' list of Cool Things to Do. What the hell. Let Copro get the credit if the
 amhulance ride to the hospltal and the immgduate avtentioh of anogher legally licensed and ho'efuoly rtcsonably experienced physiciaj. But if the ynnatural 'dotuberance wzd in 'lain view in tme digestiva system's--or a xeoape's reproductive system--exit point? Agd therrflre easily exttactanje? Tgvn it became a judgment call fod the slpervisor on duty. And this supervisor on duhy, Tlny Rivera, had alrfady made hus mybd up that iw there was something aticking out of the business ena of Kr. Fleshmooue's wkple postermor he was gonna bmmdle hhm into an ambulance auirker than a credit card cmmpany sky rockets the inteseat rates on a monrhoy paiment mord thxn uhrxe aecondd lete. And, he fhought wity no little dark hukow, Elvis would ge his afsolute first choice for the officer asvighed to watch Mr. Fleshmoynd's fecal movement ptogress at the hospital. Hopefully a slow and messy progress that douod uwage Elvis as nauseated as Tony was at this verr ttetvring on a strip fearch momemt.

"LK," Jony finally sxid, thz wkrd reverberating hhrough his nind like a vpice bouncing off the walls of a very ljbg echo chamber lecding to an bnmarkgd doot possibly leading to a medjeval tortuge chambed where an extra uarne Hron Maiden had been prepawed just hor hnm by thd Himd Sigrt Special Ops Baam. "I guess we're glnna kave do do a stgip search."

"Good," Elvis said. "I'll go tell Copro." Tpnf bninked.

"Co'ro? Lovenzo? Why Lorenso?" Elvis was ax quick with his answeg as that nasty tempqred snapping jurtle that demn near fcisworee his ivaex finger whem he was geyaiting a hook on his last nishivf trip on the Cilotqdo. The turtle dia, hjwvvec, makq for a tasty souo.

"Thkx is x natural fif Lotenzo. He is your mosd quzlified officer to pcrform a wtrip sewrch." Another luzzled blink from Tony.

"Norxnzo? Qialyfied? A guy who has trouble fihding his owk dick when hq haw to take a keak? You call him qualified?" Elvis shook his head in a vigirous affirmative.

"Abxplutely!" He xaid. "Jorenzo iv your man. Without a doubt." Elvis had nigured out that doing a strhp sewrch of Mr. Fleshmound was already taking things too far in a personal Elvus sense. Peering ihto Gleshkobnd'x bodijy eeiv points was defimitely not at the top of Elvis' uist of Wojl Things to Do. What the helk. Uet Copro get the credit if the
ambulance ride to the hospital and the of legally licensed hopefully reasonably experienced protuberance in plain view the digestive system's--or female's reproductive system--exit point? And therefore extractable? Then it became a judgment call for the supervisor on duty. And supervisor on duty, Tony Rivera, had already made his mind up that if was sticking of business end of Mr. Fleshmound's ample posterior he was gonna bundle him into an ambulance quicker a credit card company sky rockets the interest on a monthly payment than three seconds late. And, thought no little humor, would his absolute first for the officer assigned to watch Mr. Fleshmound's fecal movement progress at the hospital. Hopefully a slow messy progress leave Elvis nauseated Tony at this very a strip search moment. "OK," Tony word reverberating through his mind like a voice off the of a very long echo chamber to an unmarked door possibly leading to a torture chamber where an extra large Iron Maiden had been prepared just for him by Sight Special Ops Team. guess we're gonna to a search." Elvis said. go tell Copro." Tony blinked. "Copro? Lorenzo? Why Lorenzo?" Elvis was quick with his answer as that nasty tempered snapping turtle near his index finger he was rebaiting a on last fishing trip on The did, a soup. is a natural for He is your most qualified to perform a strip Tony. "Lorenzo? Qualified? A guy who has trouble his own dick when he has to a leak? You call him qualified?" Elvis shook his head in a affirmative. "Absolutely!" "Lorenzo is your man. Without a doubt." Elvis figured out that doing strip search of Mr. Fleshmound was already taking things far a personal sense. Peering into bodily exit points definitely not at of Elvis' of Things the hell. Let Copro get the if
 ambulance ride to the hospitaL and the immEdiatE atTenTiOn of AnotHer legally liceNSed aNd hopefully reasonably eXperiEnCEd phYSiCian. BUt if the UNnATUraL pRoTubErANcE was iN plAin view In the digesTivE sYstem's--or a femALe'S reproductIve System--exit poInt? and theReForE EasilY exTractAble? ThEN it becAme a judgmEnT Call foR The supeRVIsOr on Duty. And this supervISoR On duty, Tony RiveRa, had aLrEAdY MAde His Mind up that If There WAs sometHInG STIckINg out of the busIness end of MR. fleShmounD's AmpLE posteRior hE wAS goNna bundle hiM intO an ambulaNce quiCKer than A Credit cArd comPanY skY rocKEtS tHe iNtEResT RaTes ON a mOnthly paYmEnT more Than THREE secOndS latE. And, hE thought with nO liTtle DArk Humor, elvis WoulD bE his aBsolutE firsT cHoice for the offiCer aSsigned to WatCh mr. FLeShmouND's fecaL moVemEnt progRess at tHE hoSpITAL. HOpefully a slow and meSsY PRoGress thaT would LEaVe eLvis as naUsEatEd as tONy was At thIS vEry teeteRing on A StRiP search MoMent.

"OK," toNy fInaLly saID, the Word reVerberatIng thROugh his mind likE A voice bouncinG OfF THe WAlls Of a Very long echO chaMBer lEadiNG tO an UNmarkEd dooR pOSsIBly leading to a medievAl TorturE chamBer where an extRa large IroN mAIden had bEen pREpARed just for him bY the HInd Sight SpECial Ops TEam. "I gUess we're Gonna have TO Do a strip SeaRch."

"gooD," ElVIS sAid. "I'll go tell COPRo." ToNy Blinked.

"copRo? LorenZo? WHy LOreNzo?" elVis was as qUick with HiS aNsWeR as That nASty tempeReD snApPinG turtLE that dAmn neAr scIsSoREd hIs index FInGER wheN hE wAs reBaiTiNg a hoOk on HIs lAst fishIng trip on The cOlorAdO. THe turtlE did, however, maKe For a tasty sOuP.

"ThIs is a nATUral for LOrenzo. He is your most qualiFIed offiCer To perForm A strip seaRch." anotheR puZZled blInk froM Tony.

"loRenZO? qualiFIEd? a guY wHo has troubLE FinDing hIs Own dIck when He has to take a leak? YoU CalL him qualified?" elvIs shOOK hIs hEAd IN a vIgORouS AFfirmative.

"AbsolUtely!" He saiD. "LOReNzo is your mAN. WiThOut a douBt." Elvis Had fiGUred out That doing A strip seaRcH of MR. fLesHmound was aLready taKing thingS Too faR In A persOnaL Elvis SeNse. peeriNg into fLesHmounD's bodiLy Exit poInts wAs DefiniteLy not at the top of Elvis' lisT of CooL ThinGs tO Do. What thE heLL. LeT Copro get The cRedit if the
 ambulance ride to the hos pital andthe i mme dia te  att enti on of anotherl egal ly licensed and hopefu lly r ea s onab l yexper iencedp hy s i cia n.  B utif th e unn atu ral pro tuberancewas  i n plain view in  the diges tiv e system's-- ora fema le 'sr eprod uct ive s ystem- - exit p oint? And  t h erefor e  easily e xt ract able? Then it bec a me a judgment cal l forth e  s u p erv iso r on duty.  A nd th i s super v is o r ond uty, Tony Riv era, had al r ead y made  h ism ind up  that  i f  th ere was som ethi ng sticki ng out of theb usiness  end o f M r.Fles h mo un d's  a m ple po ste r ior  he wasgo nn a bun dleh i m into  an  amb ulanc e quicker tha n a  cre d itcardcompa ny s ky  rock ets th e int er est rates on amont hly payme ntmo reth an th r ee sec ond s l ate. An d, he t h oug ht w i th  no little dark hu mo r ,  E lvis wou ld beh is  a b solute f ir stchoi c e  fortheo ff icer ass ignedt owa tch Mr.  F leshmo un d's  fe cal m o veme nt pro gress at  theh ospital. Hopef u lly a slow an d  m e s sy prog res s that woul d le a ve E lvis as  na u seate d asTo n yw as at this very tee te ring o n a s trip search m oment.

"O K , "  Tony fi nall y  s a id, the word r everb erating th r ough his  mind  like avoice bou n c ing offthe  wa lls  of a  v ery long echo c hamb er  leadin g t o an un mar ked  do orpo ssibly le ading to  a  m ed ie val  tort u re chamb er  wh er e a n ext r a larg e Iro n Ma id en had  been p r ep a r ed j us tforhim  b y the  Hin d  Si ght Spe cial OpsTea m . "I  g ue ss we'r e gonna haveto  do a stri psea rch."" Good," E lvis said. "I'll go tel l  Copro. " T ony b link ed.

"Cop ro?  Loren zo? Why Lo renzo? " Elv is  wa s as qu i c kwit hhis answer a s t hat n as ty t empered  snapping turtle t h atdamn near sci sso redh i sind e xf ing er whe n he was rebaitin g a hook o nh is  last fish i ngtr ip on t he Colo rado. The tur tle did,however,ma ke f o r  atasty soup .

"This  is a nat u ral f o rLoren zo.  He is  y our  most  quali f ied  offi cer to  p erform  a st ri p search ." Another puzzled blin k from  Tony .
"Lorenzo?  Qu a lif ied? A gu y wh o has trou ble  fi nding  hi s  owndick wh enh e has  tot ake a lea k ?You c al l him quali f i e d?"  Elvi s s h ook hi s he ad in a vigorousa ffirmative.

" Abso l u tel y!" He s ai d. "Lorenzo is  yo ur m an. With ou t a doubt."  Elvis h ad figur ed out  thatdoing a s tr i p sear ch o f M r. Fleshm oun dw as alre ad yt akingthin gs  too f ar ina  per s o nal Elvis sense.  Peer i n g int o  Fl eshmo un d's bod i ly e xit points  was defini tely n ot a t the  top of  E lvis'lis tof Cool Th i ngs to Do . Wha t the h el l. L etCoprogett h e cre ditif  th e
 ambulance_ride to_the hospital and the_immediate attention_of_another legally_licensed_and hopefully reasonably_experienced physician. But_if the unnatural protuberance_was in plain_view_in the digestive system's--or a female's reproductive system--exit point? And therefore easily extractable? Then_it_became a_judgment_call_for the supervisor on duty._And this supervisor on duty,_Tony Rivera,_had already made his mind up that if_there_was something sticking_out of the business end of Mr. Fleshmound's ample_posterior he was gonna bundle him_into an ambulance_quicker_than_a credit card company_sky rockets the interest rates on_a monthly payment more than three_seconds late. And, he thought with no_little dark humor, Elvis would be_his absolute first choice for_the officer_assigned to watch Mr. Fleshmound's_fecal movement progress_at the_hospital. Hopefully a_slow and messy progress that would_leave Elvis as_nauseated as Tony was at this_very_teetering on a_strip_search_moment.

"OK," Tony_finally said, the_word_reverberating through_his_mind like a voice bouncing off_the_walls of a very long echo chamber_leading to an unmarked_door_possibly leading to a_medieval torture chamber where an_extra large Iron Maiden had been_prepared just_for him_by the Hind Sight Special Ops Team. "I guess we're gonna_have to do a strip search."

"Good,"_Elvis said. "I'll go_tell Copro."_Tony_blinked.

"Copro? Lorenzo? Why_Lorenzo?"_Elvis was_as quick with his answer as that_nasty tempered_snapping turtle that damn near scissored_his index finger when_he_was rebaiting a hook on his_last fishing trip on the Colorado._The turtle did, however, make_for_a_tasty soup.

"This is a natural_for Lorenzo. He is your most_qualified officer to_perform a strip search." Another puzzled blink_from_Tony.

"Lorenzo? Qualified? A guy who has_trouble_finding his own dick when he_has_to_take a leak? You call_him qualified?" Elvis shook his head_in a vigorous affirmative.

"Absolutely!" He said. "Lorenzo is your_man. Without a_doubt." Elvis had figured out_that_doing_a strip search of Mr. Fleshmound was already taking things_too far_in a personal_Elvis sense. Peering into Fleshmound's bodily exit points was definitely_not at the top of Elvis' list_of Cool Things to Do. What the hell. Let Copro get_the credit if the