And smiles below direct eye contact. 
Let me explain: there's a coterie of actual corrupt (A.L.P.O.) Agents, working in daylight as legit bearers of authority, and they have arranged themselves into an invisible network of what was, likely at many times, a fully operational and tremendously effective Primary Active Strike/H.O.L.D. Team.
(Go on. Ask me how I know this. I fuckin' double-hotdawg and wag-the-cake dare you. Sir. Oh, wow, would you look at that. Sir just handed me a smoke from his private collection and offered it to me politely. Looks like we got ourselves an Austrian here--let's blow this place from orbit. For one thing, our sides are already up there. For another, it really is the ONLY way to be sure... that you will leave behind all the Thetans. (Sup.) And, thirdly... eewww, Austrians, eewww, the horror, the horror... yeah, just tie them up and biffle them until dawn, then let them go. Yeah, it's in the rules. I KNOW. I am not happy EITHER. Nevertheless, what happens in Geneva, bleeds out on the battlefield. Anyway, yeah I don't want to either, so... tell you what, here you go: my hat, my gun, and my 5-star epaulets. Fuck it. You're in charge of this... this... this schessierie. Plus multiple Austrians. *puke* Yep, I feel better already. Good luck, Commanding Officer. Permission to leave requested, sir, and yeah that's a joke, fuck you, I'm outy five doubty. Which direction is your mom's again? Oh, yeah, don't worry, yeah, I go the OTHER WEIGH.)
Yeah, it's probably not -that- bad. However, there have been multiple recorded instances of criminals operating falsely under color of law, because there was nothing that "protected the peace" when I was being deliberately misled and defrauded into violating a bullshit "Court" order that wasn't even filed properly, let alone served on me. This came out a few month ago when (details uncofirmable in public) a bunch of actual uniformed cops were found to be actively conpsiring with each other against me, lil' ol' Mike Kuczi.
Public Enemy
No.
Pubic Enemy, Fox Force Five.
PAt Pyour Pservice. Now, I have been over this with local constabulary. I've been here for
months, and
it has been seen how I behave. Your Bullshit, Thuggee Missy Piggee Flying Circus, is -not- requested here. No interest.
Right, right. I understand. (Hang on, she has to cry. No, don't ask who, you don't know her.) Yes, I forgive you for accidentally allowing yourself to be used as 'bait'. (Accident. Sure.) Look, can we cut to The Chase?
*cue music*
Whoops, there goes fifty thousand dollars. Like I give a shit. Look, I did not need half this fucking stress today. And what's it all been for, I ask you? Never mind, bored already, I'm taking my penis home and I'm going to stay there with it. Any questions, go ahead and ask some raging relapsed investigatory Pin Idiot further questions, and tell him to give up The Ghost for The Chase and to (keycodephrase inserted here), that might work, but even if it doesn't, it'll make you look cool. Trust me.
Right! I don't want you to trust me. I want you to do the other thing. OH, well, yeah, sure, the thing I said before that, sure, that works for me. But what I really meant was FUCKING THINK FOR YOURSELF, MINDSLAVE. Oh, you're a dopeslave? Shit, my man! Why didn't yo say so? *shoves empty box filled with shredded newspaper at you* This is filled with heroin. Take it around the corner and count to twenty before you open it, and there will be an extra 25 millions in tax-fee crypto in it. (Actually: a bomb.) Well, that took care of one of them.
*BOOM* "Skype: It Does Every Thing I Need." Yeah, well, maybe not.
