Oliver couldn't help it. After a few heartbeats of watching Owen cuff Simms, he broke out into almost gleefully cackling laughter. Because it was stupid. Wonderfully, maniacally stupid, and while he still didn't appreciate the sudden change in tactics, it was at least getting the job done. None of this stopped him from moving into range to assist if Simms did end up putting up a fight, but the guy seemed resigned.
"Technically we have one," he chimed in helpfully, despite the fact that he didn't really know if the golf cart counted, and fully aware that it wasn't in working order either way. "And we've got to set a precedent. We let you get away with some little infraction like this and pretty soon we'll have anarchy. People runnin' around willy nilly, crossin' streets without a damn care in the world. Next you know it'll be women beatin' criminals, and men kissin' in the streets. Dogs 'n cats livin' together." He managed to keep a straight face despite the irony, then shrugged as if it couldn't be helped. "Think of all those impressionable little babies we've got to watch out for. They need structure, in a place like this especially, and sometimes you gotta start small. I'm sure as a fine, upstanding former officer you understand."