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Jim tossed the drunk moron to the booking officers, his patience with stupidity tested beyond his limits. If he'd been a little quicker on the trigger, Drunkboy would have been dead. When a bottle rocket is fired from a dark second story window towards a police officer coming to ask that the party quiet down, all the police officer sees is a flash, and the pop just adds to the illusion. Jim grabbed a spare t-shirt from his locker, not wanting to smell like the party he'd busted up all night. Maybe it wasn't entirely professional, but he really meant what the shirt said: You have the right to remain silent anything you say [can and will be used against you was crossed off] will probably be stupid.