(scratch mine too) Cop:*pales and hands him phone back* Im sorry for the mix up. *turns and walks away* Percyous:*hangs up, goes inside and sits back down* Sorry about that. Anyway, if you don't have a job how are you finding a place to stay? If you need I have some spare rooms in my home.
Percyous:You heard her. Every desert you have, tray. Now. Waiter:*nods and walks back to kitchen* Percyous:*bites into salad* How is your food?