I then whipped out the FBI signature I'd found, "Dixie Wrecked," I said, "at your service." He looked at me baffled and perplexed. "Perhaps he thought that I was hexed!"
After I explained it to him he began to say, "you're the strangest looking female FBI agent I've seen near the bay." "Because," I interjected, "I'm a Female Body Inspector!"
So I explained to him more thoroughly than ever, what vaping was and how I could never...use any drugs or dress up like a girl, those things made me sick, like I could hurl.
"Great," I said, "now that you understand allow me to go, I have a destination and I'm moving to slow!" So I moved along down past the next street, having no time to waste I had a clock to beat...
So with monkey on my mind I began to mutter, "I don't know why my mind is such a clutter." As I talked under my breath I continued to amble, so I chided myself, "you're beginning to ramble!"
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