"Good." The officer said coyly. His beady blue eyes were closed as he rubbed his indulged gut. "Ok let's get going." The officer announced.
"What are we going to be eating?" Steve asked, unprepared for the officer's reply.
"You'll see it when I order it." The cop replied, his voice was sharp and determined. It was obvious he wasn't kidding.
"Bartender." He paused and cracked his knuckles. "Me and my, associate here would like 4 dozen cheesesteaks, 10 orders of cheese fries. About 10 liters of pop and as many burgers as you can make." He smiled at Steve and leaned over to him. "Ready big boy?"
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