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Show ft pELIEME IT y OR Nurs 1 SByJimNNaldo "there is a no parking sign within three hundred feet of where you were parked, was there not?" "Yes," sez Hoyo, but. . ." "And is it not true that you drive an unlicenced elephant?" screams the inquisitor. "But," sez Hoyo. "And is it not true," continues the inquisitor, "that you were once more than just friendly with a large monkey, and that your mother. . ." "Stop," cries Hoyo, dispare overcoming him, "I'll pay. ' never do anything wrong again. I promise to be a good boy, never take drugs, pray every night and brush twice a day with a floride toothpaste." "Very well," sez the inquisitor, taking a few downers to stop his explosion, "then you may go." After hocking his little sister to UNICEF, Hoyo scrapes up enough dough to bail himself out. Then we splits to Hoyo's apartment and relaxes over a pot of Irish coffee without the coffee to pollute the fine flavor. "What was that guy's background?" asks Hoyo, after he has gotten over the post questioning shock, "was it Custopo, Mafia, or mayhps the Russian secret police?" "Worse than that," I sez, "he is on loan to campus security from the FBI." almost certainly will be used against you. Also, anything I say. You are guilty until proven innocent. in-nocent. If for any reason, you prove uncooperative, we have ways of making you talk. Andif-youdon'tunderstand Andif-youdon'tunderstand what lam-saying, lam-saying, say what." "What?" sez Hoyo. "Very good," sez the inquesitioner, "have a seat." Taking the only seat in the room, Hoyo attempts to make himself comfortable. This, however, is very difficult, considering the hard wood the stool is made from and the hot lights which focus on it. "Now," sez the inquisitor, "do you wish to go through the formality of telling me your story?" "Well," sez Hoyo, flinching from the lenth of rubber hose which the inquisitor is flashing, "I was given a parking ticket for parking in a no parking zone, and it was not a posted, no parking zone." "If I recall the lay of the land correctly,", sez the inquisitor, u Waldo" cries Hoyo one t&, tw-ls the end third of fall quarter, pot to give me some help. ; of all possible things ,as come to pass. " the trouble?" I asks, Opting to calm him down by Sghimsnif the fumes of my coffee-Thanks,! coffee-Thanks,! needed that," he sez as denticles arise from the cup ',nd clout him soundly across the )ives "and now my plight . I , ,ave 'been given a parking U ticket!" Zorg cries, shooting the coffeebeast in the tenticle pits, "I thc,ught that was an impossibility. After all. Fluffy has no windsheild wipers, being an elephant." They stuck it under her tusk," jnsweres Hoyo. "Anyway, I was had. I was got for parking in a no parking zone, and the signs which stated that there was no parking at that particular point were not up." "Zowie," I sez, seeing the in plications, "then we is in fat cityL All we needs to do is appeal the case to those nice rational folks down at the traffic appeals room in the Park Building." Taking a few moments to change into my Clarence Darrow suit, we trucks down to the Park Building ' and finds the line which leads to the small room which is labeled "Traffic Appeals." "Strange thing about this line," sez Hoyo as we had been in our place for about a day. Whaz zat!" asks, attempting to get some of the wrinkles out of the suit and trying to cover up the holes left by the "Bryant for I president" badge. "A lot of people are going in, but no one seems to be coming out," observes Hoyo. After a wait of only three days, we ushered into the little room which has been our goal. "Before you say anything," sez the black garbed teutonic who greets us, "I must tell you a few You have no rights. Anything you say can and almost certainly will be used against you. Also, anything I say. You say can r- . |