Pustule and Alan were in bed smoking. “Is that you smoking Alan” asked Pustule. “No, not me. I think it’s the sheets I told you to slow down on that last one”
There was a knock at the door.  Pustule could see it was Dribble from the window.
“The super wants to see you now, there’s a problem at the station”
“Well what is it then?”, asked Pustule.
“It’s a big building full of policemen” answered Dribble
“No, you prat” said Pustule, “what’s the problem?”
“Dunno, she just said you better get your skates on”
Pustule clattered down the stairs and opened the door. Dribble stood by the car looking shocked.
“I don’t think she meant that literally” he said
“I’m just going to hang on to the bumper and skate along behind. I’d really rather not sit down right now”
“If I’m driving can I put the siren on then?”
“If you must” said Pustule. So off they went, siren screaming and, as Pustule had dressed quickly, the lights weren’t the only things that were flashing.
“Step into my office” said the super, “I’m glad you came so quickly”
“I wouldn’t have got here so quickly if I hadn’t” said Pustule.
“What progress have you made on the mystery body case”, asked the super.
“Well we’re pursuing all avenues and following up all leads and pulling out all the stops.
“You mean you haven’t the faintest fucking idea, then?” queried the super.
Dribble then spoke up, ”Well there has been a recent development; we found this briefcase at the scene and we noticed the catch still works”.
“Great”, said the super, “so I can tell the press it’s an open and shut case then”
     (I’m sorry I just can’t go on with this!)