It's 7:00 p.m., and the Pantry Punisher's TV is still going. There's also a lot of activity right outside.
And of course, since the FBPD wants to stick pitchforks into my keister via the Pantry Punishers, they have to work for the Devil. There's no other explanation for such lousy police work and flaunting their houses that they get by NOT doing the jobs entrusted to them.
Now if it were you or I, we'd be FIRED for doing such lousy jobs as FBPD. But not them. They're not the least bit worried that Mr. Greer, the city manager, would chew out the Chief of Police.