Some nights, the Gummy Worms just aren't enough. Had to ride all the way to Mt. Pilot to get 'em, and they didn't last half the meeting.
You need your buddy Goober to help you out, and lucky me, he's willing to second my ordinance, and then try to withdraw his second, and get all red in the face, then stand up for the rights of all the oprah-essed little people by abstaining twice on the votes. Takes guts to do that, and heck, it made me proud to be his pal, seeing as I know he had to do it because of Perfesser Erika running agin' him, and all.
That's right Goober, twice. Didn't matter anyway, seeing as them pointy-headed rich folks like Howard Sprague wouldn't pay attention to the stories of all the folks who kept calling us, even though we didn't get a single one of them to come down and testify 'cuz of them damned ree-pry-zals from the pergessives.
And then ol' Jack Messer had to go and say that I was trying to fire Sheriff Andy, but heck, it's just that we need Otis running things, not all them people who accomplish stuff. What's so fair about not being able to keep up with the college grad-ee-ates, anyway? What about Bank Street, huh?
Damn right I'm out of order. I was doing karaoke before that police cadet was born. Screw it, they're all Nazis. I'm outta here.
(We can only hope.)