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A police officer is approaching.

Oh, darn! Not again! I gotta pack up shop.Fast!

Hey, hey!  Where are you going? What about my change?

Sorry, Lady. That officer has taken with my name right now all over it.

Wait, a minute. You owe me a cob!

You'll have to shoot me to stop me.

You won't get away with this. Hey, where am I? Oh, no, where are my jackets? Why do I always have the luck?