Politics

"We are descended from evil apes and to apes we shall return."

"I told you he can't be trusted! I told you, I told you..." the little rat repeats it six or seven times. "I told you he'd steal the shit!"

"Another sane decision, detective."

"This is gonna take my shit to the next level."

"I'm not racist! All I care about is Revachol and it's people and if some foreigner thinks..."

"Fellas. The cop is really threatening to off himself. This is insane."

"He's not gonna off himself, c'mon!"

"We'll solve the case. Look at me. Don't worry." He appears calm suddenly. "This demonstration is not helping. At all."

"What are you doing?!" The short cold barrel touches your lips. It tastes like iron and hell.

"That's fucking right, no need to hide anymore -- I'm a proud Revacholian!"

"More ammo on our belt for the remainder of the investigation. Good find, detective."

Bow down before the flag. [Finish thought.]

"I will make it okay with the power of rock and roll."

"I'm sorry for killing you."

The lieutenant nods with evident respect. "It's quite a lot, even for someone who's been on the force for nearly two decades. Usually clearing more than 10 cases a year puts you in the 90th percentile of all RCM officers..."

"I'm not really sure what you're supposed to say at these things."

"Got drunk like a megastar?"

"It's quite a lot, even for someone who's been on the force for nearly two decades. Usually clearing more than 10 cases a year puts you in the 90th percentile of all RCM officers..."