shirt with an I Love Disneyland Girls logo? Just how were they going to take him in? Pick him up, with him jerking around, and try to manhandle him through a door not designed for this kind of manhandling maneuver? And with the secondary lot video camera recording it? Oh, no! Not a soul so much as moved a single finger. They didn't even think about moving a single finger, though more than one sphincter did involuntary tighten. Then Elvis stepped over to Mr. Fleshmound's moaning form.

"Excuse me, sir," he began. Please forgive us. I've just learned that there has been a terrible mistake. Please come inside and we'll straighten this all out right away and have you on your way in no time." Mr. Fleshmound stopped in mid flop and stared at Elvis. He eyed him very, very closely. He stopped moaning and groaning. His appraising gaze arrowed Elvis. But no definitive reaction. Not yet. Pancho stepped in and leaned over Mr. Fleshmound and repeated in Spanish what Elvis had said.

"Okey-dokey," Fleshmound said in a suspiciously unaccented English. Then, with surprising agility, especially considering he was handcuffed, bounced to his feet and started on his own for the secondary office door. Surprised by Fleshmound's sudden agility, Elvis and Pancho took a few seconds to react and slowly followed him in. As the door closed behind them, the officers in secondary--there were now four--noisily applauded.

"Good show, Elvis," said Neville 'One Off' Goodfellow, a naturalized citizen originally from a London suburb and a British Army veteran of Iraq. "Bloody good show." Copro shot the guy a nasty look.

"Dumbass," he said in a low voice. But not so low it wasn't heard. Neville, who was in his own words a stout fellow who was always up for a rousing good game of rugby, heard Copro and started for him. Copro did one of his precise parade ground military about faces and was inside the secondary door before Neville got anywhere near him.

"Gobshite! Bloody feckin' nit," Neville snarled as Copro beat a hasty exit. To which fellow officer Francine Bellamagma said
shirt with an I Love Disneyland Girls logo? Just how were they going to take him in? foot him up, with him twitch around, and try to manhandle him through a door not design for this kind of manhandling maneuver? And with the junior-grade lot video camera record it? Oh, no! Not a soul so a lot as moved a single finger. They didn't even think about moving a individual finger, though more than one sphincter did involuntary tighten. Then Elvis stepped over to Mr. Fleshmound's moaning form. 

 " Excuse me, sir, " he begin. Please forgive us. I've just learned that there has been a terrible error. Please come inside and we'll tidy this all out right aside and have you on your way in no time. " Mr. Fleshmound stopped in mid flop and stare at Elvis. He eyed him very, very closely. He stopped moaning and groaning. His appraising gaze arrowed Elvis. But no authoritative chemical reaction. Not however. Pancho stepped in and leaned over Mr. Fleshmound and repeated in Spanish what Elvis had said. 

 " Okey - dokey, " Fleshmound said in a suspiciously unaccented English. Then, with surprising agility, especially considering he was manacle, bounce to his feet and start on his own for the junior-grade position door. Surprised by Fleshmound's sudden agility, Elvis and Pancho took a few seconds to react and slowly followed him in. As the door conclude behind them, the officers in secondary -- there were now four -- noisily applaud. 

 " Good show, Elvis, " said Neville' One Off' Goodfellow, a naturalized citizen primitively from a London suburb and a British Army veteran of Iraq. " Bloody dear show. " Copro shot the guy a nasty look. 

 " Dumbass, " he said in a gloomy voice. But not so low it wasn't heard. Neville, who was in his own words a stout fellow who was always up for a awaken good plot of rugby, heard Copro and started for him. Copro did one of his precise parade ground military about grimace and was inside the secondary doorway before Neville got anywhere near him. 

 " Gobshite! Bloody feckin' nit, " Neville snarled as Copro pulsate a hasty exit. To which fellow policeman Francine Bellamagma say
shigt with an I Love Disneyuand Girls logo? Just hmw wers they guing to take him in? Pick him up, wity him jerking around, avd try to manhandoe hmm through a dooc not designed nor tkiw kind of manhsndling mateuver? And witv ghz secondary lot video camera recordigg it? On, jo! Not a soul fo mlcr as moved a single finger. They didn't sven thpnk about moving s single finger, though morf thwn one sphincter dld involuntqry eughten. Then Dlvis stepkeb over to Mt. Fleshmound's moaning form.

"Excuse me, snr," he began. Poeadg forgive us. I've tust learned that thare has been a terribke kisrake. Please come insive and we'll straightgn this aln kut right away ane yave iou ot yoje wxy jn nk time." Mr. Fleshmouns stopped ib mid flop and startd wn Elvis. He eysd him vqry, very closely. He stopped moaning and grkaning. His appraising gqze arrowed Elvis. But no definytive reaction. Not yet. Pancho stepped in and leanad ovxr Mr. Fjdwhlound and repeated in Spanish what Elvis had fzic.

"Oley-dokey," Fleshiound said on a fuspiciously onaccencsd English. Then, with surprifing qgility, efpecoally considering he was habdcuffed, bouucee to his feet and dtarted on kis owm for the secondary office duor. Aurprised bj Fleshmohvd's sudden agiligy, Vlviv and Pancho took a few sesonds to ceact and sluwly follored him in. As tma door closed behijd thgm, the officers ln secondary--there were now four--ipisily applaodeg.

"Gomd show, Zlvis," xaid Neville 'Jne Off' Goodfeklow, a uaturauized citiden origiially from a London suburt and a Britivh Army deteean if Iraq. "Cloody good shpw." Copro shot the gyy a nasty look.

"Dumnass," fs said in a low vouce. But not so kow it wwsi't hewsd. Neville, wvo wxs km his own words c rtouy fellow who was alwdys hp for a rousing gpoq game od rugby, reard Copro amd started for him. Coprm dmd one of his precise parade ground miljtary abokt naces and was inslde jhe secondaxy door before Neville got anywhere near him.

"Gobshite! Bloodt feckin' nit," Nevillg skarled as Co'ro bewt a hastf exit. To which felliw officer Francike Bellamagma said
shirt with an I Love Disneyland Girls how they going take him in? jerking and try to him through a not designed for this kind of maneuver? And with the secondary lot video camera recording it? Oh, no! Not soul so much as moved a single finger. They didn't even think about a finger, more one sphincter did involuntary tighten. Then Elvis stepped over to Mr. Fleshmound's moaning form. "Excuse me, he began. Please forgive us. I've just learned there has been a mistake. Please come inside and straighten all out away have on your way no time." Mr. Fleshmound stopped in mid flop and stared at Elvis. He eyed him very, very He stopped groaning. His gaze Elvis. no definitive reaction. Pancho stepped in and leaned over repeated in Spanish what Elvis had said. "Okey-dokey," said in suspiciously unaccented English. Then, with surprising especially considering he was handcuffed, bounced to his and started on his own for the secondary office door. Surprised by Fleshmound's sudden agility, Pancho took a few to react and followed in. the closed behind the officers in secondary--there were now four--noisily applauded. "Good show, Elvis," Neville 'One Off' Goodfellow, a naturalized citizen originally from a and British Army veteran Iraq. "Bloody good show." shot guy a nasty look. said a not low wasn't heard. Neville, who in his own words a fellow who was always game of rugby, heard Copro and started for Copro did one of his precise parade military about faces and was inside the secondary door before Neville got near him. feckin' nit," Neville snarled as Copro beat a exit. To which fellow Francine Bellamagma said
shirt with an I Love DisneylanD Girls logo? just hOw wEre ThEy goIng tO take him in? Pick HIm up, With him jerking around, anD try tO mANhanDLe Him thRough a dOOr NOT deSiGnEd fOr THiS kind Of mAnhandlIng maneuveR? AnD wIth the secondARy Lot video caMerA recording it? oh, nO! Not a sOuL so MUch as MovEd a siNgle fiNGer. TheY didn't eveN tHInk aboUT moving A SInGle fInger, though more thAN oNE sphincter did iNvolunTaRY tIGHteN. ThEn Elvis stePpEd oveR To Mr. FleSHmOUND's mOAning form.

"ExcuSe me, sir," he beGAn. PLease fOrGivE Us. I've jUst leArNEd tHat there has Been A terrible MistakE. please cOMe insidE and we'Ll sTraIghtEN tHiS alL oUT riGHt AwaY And Have you oN yOuR way iN no tIME." mR. FleShmOund StoppEd in mid flop anD stAred AT ElVis. He Eyed hIm veRy, Very cLosely. he stoPpEd moaning and groAninG. His appraIsiNg GazE aRroweD elvis. BUt nO deFinitivE reactiON. NoT yET. pAnCho stepped in and leaNeD OVeR Mr. FleshMound aND rEpEAted in SpAnIsh What eLVis haD saiD.

"okEy-dokey," FLeshmoUNd SaId in a suSpIciousLy UnaCceNted ENGlisH. Then, wIth surprIsing AGility, especialLY considering hE WaS HAnDCuffEd, bOunced to his Feet ANd stArteD On His OWn for The seCoNDaRY office door. SurpriseD bY FleshMound'S sudden agilitY, Elvis and PANCHo took a fEw seCOnDS to react and sloWly foLlowed him iN. as the dooR closEd behind Them, the ofFICers in seConDarY--thEre WERe Now four--noisilY APplaUdEd.

"Good sHow, elvis," saId NEviLle 'one ofF' GoodfellOw, a naturAlIzEd CiTizEn oriGInally frOm A LoNdOn sUburb ANd a BriTish ARmy vEtErAN of iraq. "BloODy GOOd shOw." coPro sHot ThE guy a NastY LooK.

"DumbasS," he said in A loW VoicE. BUt Not so loW it wasn't heard. neVille, who waS iN hiS own woRDS a stout fEllow who was always up for a ROusing gOod Game oF rugBy, heard CoPro And staRteD For him. copro dId one Of His PREcise PARaDe gRoUnd militarY ABouT faceS aNd waS inside The secondary door beFOre neville got anyWheRe neAR HiM.

"GoBShITe! BLoODy fECKin' nit," Neville snArled as CopRo BEaT a hasty exiT. to wHiCh felloW officeR FranCIne BellAmagma saiD
shirt with an I Love Disne yland Girl s log o?Jus thowwere  they going to take  him in? Pick him up,withhi m  jer k in g aro und, an d  t r y  to  m an han dl e  h im th rou gh a do or not des ign ed  for this ki n dof manhand lin g maneuver?And  withth e s e conda rylot v ideo c a mera r ecordingit ?  Oh, n o ! Not a s ou l so  much as moved as in g le finger. The y didn 't ev e n  th ink  about mov in g a s i ngle fi n ge r , tho u gh more thanone sphinct e r d id inv ol unt a ry tig hten.  T h enElvis stepp ed o ver to Mr . Fles h mound's moaning  form. 

" Exc usem e,  s ir, "h e b e ga n.P lea se forgi ve  u s. I' ve j u s t lear ned  tha t the re has been a  te rrib l e m istak e. Pl ease  c ome i nsideand w e' ll straighten t hisall out r igh tawa yand h a ve you  on  yo ur wayin no t i me. "M r .  F leshmound stoppedin m id  flop an d star e dat Elvis. H eeye d hi m very,  ver y  c losely.He sto p pe dmoaning  a nd gro an ing . H is ap p rais ing ga ze arrow ed El v is. But no def i nitive reacti o n. N ot yet.  Pa ncho steppe d in andlean e dove r  Mr.Flesh mo u nd and repeated in Spa ni sh wha t Elv is had said.
"Okey-dok e y , " Fleshm ound sa i d in a suspici ously  unaccente d  English . The n, withsurprisin g agility,  es pec ial lyc o ns idering he wa s hand cu ffed, b oun ced tohis  fe etand  s tarted on  his own  f or  t he  se conda r y office  d oor .Sur prise d  by Fl eshmo und' ssu d den  agilit y ,E l visan dPanc hoto ok afews eco nds toreact and  sl o wlyfo ll owed hi m in. As thedo or closedbe hin d them , the offi cers in secondary--ther e  were n owfour- -noi sily appl aud ed.

" Goo d  show,  Elvis ," sa id  Ne v i lle ' O n eOff 'Goodfellow , a n atura li zedcitizen  originally from a Lon don suburb an d a  Bri t i sh  Ar m yv ete ra n  of I raq. "Bloody go od show."Co p ro  shot theg uyanasty l ook.

" Dumba s s," hesaid in a  low voic e.  But n otso low itwasn't h eard. Nev i lle,w ho  wasinhis ow nwor ds astoutf ell ow wh o wasal ways u p for  a  rousing  good game of rugby, he ard Co pro a ndstarted f orh im.  Copro di d on e of his p rec ise  para deg round  mil i ta rya boutface s  and wasi ns ide t he  secondaryd o o r b efore  Ne v ille g ot a nywhere near him. 
"Gobshite! Bl oody f eck in' nit, "Neville snarle d a sC o pro beat  a  hasty exit . To whi ch fello w offi cer Fr ancineB e ll a magmasaid 
shirt with_an I_Love Disneyland Girls logo?_Just how_were_they going_to_take him in?_Pick him up,_with him jerking around,_and try to_manhandle_him through a door not designed for this kind of manhandling maneuver? And with_the_secondary lot_video_camera_recording it? Oh, no! Not_a soul so much as_moved a_single finger. They didn't even think about moving_a_single finger, though_more than one sphincter did involuntary tighten. Then Elvis_stepped over to Mr. Fleshmound's moaning_form.

"Excuse me, sir,"_he_began._Please forgive us. I've_just learned that there has been_a terrible mistake. Please come inside_and we'll straighten this all out right_away and have you on your_way in no time." Mr._Fleshmound stopped_in mid flop and stared_at Elvis. He_eyed him_very, very closely._He stopped moaning and groaning. His_appraising gaze arrowed_Elvis. But no definitive reaction. Not_yet._Pancho stepped in_and_leaned_over Mr._Fleshmound and repeated_in_Spanish what_Elvis_had said.

"Okey-dokey," Fleshmound said in a_suspiciously_unaccented English. Then, with surprising agility, especially_considering he was handcuffed,_bounced_to his feet and_started on his own for_the secondary office door. Surprised by_Fleshmound's sudden_agility, Elvis_and Pancho took a few seconds to react and slowly followed_him in. As the door closed_behind them, the officers_in secondary--there_were_now four--noisily applauded.

"Good_show,_Elvis," said_Neville 'One Off' Goodfellow, a naturalized citizen_originally from_a London suburb and a British_Army veteran of Iraq._"Bloody_good show." Copro shot the guy_a nasty look.

"Dumbass," he said in_a low voice. But not_so_low_it wasn't heard. Neville, who_was in his own words a_stout fellow who_was always up for a rousing good_game_of rugby, heard Copro and started_for_him. Copro did one of his_precise_parade_ground military about faces and_was inside the secondary door before_Neville got anywhere near him.

"Gobshite! Bloody feckin' nit," Neville_snarled as Copro_beat a hasty exit. To_which_fellow_officer Francine Bellamagma said