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Sergeant Oliver O Shaunessy

I drove up to the station in my BMW with a face as sour as toxic waste. I marched into the station. "Hello officer." I said. "I'd like to know if it's possible to tra-." Suddenly he shoved his pistol into my nostril."Stand back ya thieving bastard ye! I'll cuff ya too the ground and kick six different colours of shi- "Jesus officer it's me!" -I screamed. "Well would ya calm down ya hot head." He started to wet himself with laughter. "Ya get it? Cause your hair is red, and red is associated with fire?" - he wheezed. "Look officer, I was wondering would it be possible to trace this number?" "Now you come here sonny."- his finger bringing me closer to him. "Do I look like a policeman to you? If you want to trace a number, go to a Garda station you tool." "This is a Garda station." I exclaimed. "Step away sergeant o shaunessy, I'll assist this man." said a policeman who sounded like he was born with brain cells. "How can I help you son?" He said. I explained everything to him.From the call to the "Irish number",and from the €40 I lost to the frustration I was enduring. "So is there anyway I can find the identity of this caller and get my money back?" I asked. "We'll trace the number for ya no bother and return the information we collect. What information would you like?" "His name and address." I exclaimed. "Ok. Thank you Sean have a nice day." "You too man." I shouted back.