Man he should have seen Dave's bedazzled Storbucks if he wanted to see something wild but those bastards took it away when locking him up. The only danger his drink was going to be someone's waistline but only if they're a dirty liar and does it look like his hips lie, your honour?

Okay but really -- The first fight he got into was just as justifiable since he tried to break up the fight. The second one he thought he was in the right to deck the asshole's halls with his first because if Chip and Dale can't get away with being obnoxious assholes, he sure as hell isn't going to let someone insult his mother. He's going to be all up in her defence like Jean Valjean on the barricades.

Not that the popo got the gist of so here he is.

"What? We gotta pass the time here while we're trapped, trapped like rats. Since I don't think you're the type to play footsies, twenty questions seem like a good way to go." Dave shrugs the coolest shrug he could shrug, acting like it's every day someone offers to do foot play with a stranger in a cramper jail cell as they waited to be let out.

It flew in the U.S.A -- thanks Obama -- but maybe London here is different since they do spell their shit weird. "What are you in for?"