We happy few Oneshots

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''Drowner, get him!'' a Bobbie spat as he chased me down the bland street, you see I was off my joy ''Ahhhhhh!'' I screamed as I hid behind a tall British man ''You ok Oakley?'' The man said curious why I was behind him ''B-bobbie!'' I weakly said, I passed out after that, ''Move outta the way Mr. Hastings!'' The Bobbie said gripping his baton ''Why, what'd he do?'' Mr. Hastings said ''He's off his joy, Now Move!'' The Bobbie said aggressively ''N-NO!'' Mr. Hastings said grabbing me and running quickly to his house ''come on, wake up..'' Arthur said ''emph.. dont go''