"Ok, so we want a cucumber RAITA, an onion RAITA, a paperback RAITA... Though I'm presuming that's a joke..." -Rowan Atkinson as a waiter at an Indian restaurant
We got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about forty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and he said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station.