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Hi, Mistew Powiceman!
  Hi kid. Wutcha doin' outside?
I'm just  pwaying hide-and-seek wif my fwends

Where's your mask, kid?
  In my pocket.  I stawted sweating.
Well, put it on again, ok?
  Ok. (Eyes downcast. Puts it on inside out).

Kid, how old are you, anyway?
  This many. (Holds up three fingers).
I see. Is your mommy home, kid?
  Shu-wah.  Thew she is, on the steps.

C'mere, ma'am.
  Just a minute, sir.  I need to bring my twins
  (Appears with two 8-week-old infants in a stroller).
Ma'am, uh, I have to, uh, you see, uh, ma'am--
  Is there a problem, officer?
Uh, well, you know, the Governor's new orders
about all kids over two, uh, ma'am, you know-- 
  Yes, officer?
Oh, nothing, ma'am. Nothing, really. Your kids
are adorable, ma'am. Have a wonderful day!
  You, too, officer.  And thanks for watching out for our block!...

Roarke, you issue any citations today?
  Uh well, no, sir.
NO, SIR?!  NO, SIR?! I give you a block teeming with kids
without masks on, and you issue NO CITATIONS?!
  Well, you know, sir, it's like this, sir, you see--
I see red, Roarke!  The city's starving for revenue, and you issue NO--
  Now just a minute, sir.  Those innocent kids--
Those 'innocent kids,' huh?  Were those innocent kids over two?
  Well, maybe a couple of them were--
Uh, huh. Turn in your badge, Roarke.
  With pleasure, sir.  (Flings it onto the desk and exits, muttering)...

Hi, Honey!  How was the beat today?
  Oh, you might say common sense and
  I were the latest victims of COVID-19
Huh?! Wudja say?!...

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