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[Archie] Okay, little Keats, sit.
[Officers Murmuring]
Good doggy. Now beg for your life.
That's right, little Keats. Come on, you can do it. Let me hear you cry.
- No good. ***! - [Whimpers]
- Gotcha. - [Laughter]
Poor little boy.
I'm surprised you showed up.
Why isn't this prisoner in cuffs?
There he goes, bein' a cop again.
Well, he wasn't going anywhere.
You cuff him. Arms, legs, feet.
I want his *** cuffed to his nuts,
and then put him on the plane.
Before you do that, see you later, buddy.
Man's best friend right here.
Oh, you like that. Look, he's lickin' me 'cause he likes to lick me,
not 'cause he's tryin' to get close to me and then *** me over.
- Do I speak with an accent? - No.
Then cuff the prisoner!
Don't you even want to know why I asked for you, Keats?
I know why. You want to finish what you started.
But I'm warning you, Archie Moses, I'm lookin' for an excuse to kill you.
If you sneeze, if you fart, if I even smell your breath,
I will shoot you dead.
How about if I chew loud?
Sometimes when I eat, I chew loud. Yum-yum. You gonna shoot me?
I ain't gonna try anything, Keats,
and you're so wrong about that day.
You know what? I don't wanna hear nothing you have to say...
about any subject at any time.
And yes, I will shoot you if you chew loud.