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n a city far away, both in time
and location, there lived a police captain who used figures of speech to
improve the impact of his statements. One morning when his sergeant arrived,
the captain turned to him and declared, “Sergeant, there’s an infestation of
drug dealing rodents paving the innocent streets of Langomere with a poisonous buffet of criminal agendas.”
“I hear you,
sir,” said Sergeant Smith. “Let’s go down to that neighborhood and arrest those
drug dealers.”
“Yes,” the
Captain said. “It’s about time that the strong arm of the law shined as a
beacon that dances through the beehive of criminal sewers like a wrecking ball
sweeping the floors of a pig sty.”
“But we really
need to find the guys at the top, added Sergeant Smith.”
“Of course,” the
Captain agreed. “We will dismember those running snakes whose octopus arms
stretch over this great city and pollute it with the poisonous tea of broken
dreams. But a hundred sharks rolling through their balance sheets will slap
them in the bank account of egotism as if a helicopter attacking the cesspools
of evil put out those wicked fires all the way down to the bottom of the
ocean.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Let’s roll.”
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Questions for Thought and Discussion
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