“Ok, so we just chased away those pesky skater kids who were grinding this staircase and intimidating all the Conservatory of Flowers folks. . .”
“Should we get a donut?”
“I was thinking we show ‘em how it’s done! Whoooooooooo! Okay, your turn!”
“Umm, let’s just go get some cinnamon toast from Trouble instead.”
Cops don’t get doughnuts anymore. It’s all ’bout the Starbucks.