WHOA! What was in that tequila? This is not where I fell asleep.
Sammy? You here?
This can't be real. Okay, jokes over. Not funny. I have a job to do and this side trip isn't worth it...unless there is pie. No, not pie. I need to get back!
It's not that I don't appreciate having a cop keep an eye on me...but I need my space. It's like Popeye says; I am what I am, and I am not one for martial law. Give me sun, sand, surf, and some bean burritos and I'll be golden.