Some years ago a mutual friend of the Enigmatic Misanthrope and myself gave out with what the law might call an "excited utterance." And, though context is crucial, I'll be brief about it. Willie, for we shall call him Willie here, was out and about, feeling his oats as was his wont. He was waiting for an elevator which, upon opening, disgorged a man in some form of uniform. This was immediately translated in Willie's World, and loudly decried as such: "Freight Elevator Police!"
Thus:
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