On my way home from work I had the mis fortune to be interviewed by two wastecadets from the btp. Now I'm not a reveloutionary and I'm an abdicator of rules but when I see graf saying 'fuk btp' I know the reasons
On walking up from the platform, passing through the machine (not using the light block trick ;-)) two officers decided to pull me over and asked me my reason for passing through the station. Now I knew to keep this as swift as possible, I better not get rude. I answered bluntly that I was returning from work. I could tell they were quite surprised at this notion and they further delved into my personal life by asking me if I was a residentof wembley. I informed them that I wasn't and I was merly on my way home. Tension mounted as he decided to repeat his initial question. I could tell he was annoyed as he looked up at me trying to keep eye contact. With this I gave him the full details of my journey home including bus numbers. He was satisfied with my answer and did what all feds or members of authority do.
They wana be your buddy!
Jokes were exchanged and idle chit chat was made by my interrigators. I only had thoughts of leaving and getting back on my way home. They explained their reasons behind what they did. They even offered me a print out. Thinking about it.. I should of taken it. Dang.
Anyway, they don't like me, I don't like them. Good thing I wasn't wearing my mask!
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