Marge

“Excuse me,” called Marge, rubbing her eyes. “Yes, ma’am?” replied Officer. “Officer…” Marge bleated, squinting at his name tag. “Doohickey… Why am I here?” “For drinking ma’am,” replied Officer. “Ah, goodo,” replied Marge, leaning against the bars. “When do we begin?”

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