A random cop popped up out of nowhere. "That would be the Tiger." He tried to sounds sinister. TRIED.

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In the city streets, a girl was walking along the sidewalks. Not merrily walking though, quite the opposite. The little girl stopped at the police station, turned to the large doorway, and on she walked. The walk was dull, and so to amuse herself, our little girl took out her most prized possesion, and began to test it. A policeman was soliciting outside the station, and so he was the girl's first test of the hour. Franziska whipped that police officer, and barged in the doors soon after.

"I didn't get any case reports on my desk this morning," Franziska steamed as she pushed into the Criminal Affairs departments, "And if they aren't here, completed, perfect, heads will roll!" No foolish fool would ruin her upcoming case. It was important.

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"OW!" screamed the officer, wincing in pain, clutching his fresh wound. After he recovered from the shock and had taken in the words of the teenager, he finally yelled a frantic, "YES M'AM!" and jetted off to the back of the precinct. He came, sprinting back with a stack of papers in his hands.

"HERE THEY ARE, M'AM!" he yelled once again, like a soldier to an army commander. He warily outstretched his arms with the papers.

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Franziska frowned angrily at the site of the large stack of papers. But, before whipping the officer for giving her all three of the triplicated report, she would read on. A quick skim was all she needed to reinforce her perfect prosecution, but she would read through perfectly anyways. Well, perfectly enough to spot 'instantaneous' spelled 'instantanious'. She readied her whip, and gave it a thwap square against the officers gut.

"What kind of foolishly foolish fool messes up Es and Is" she began, before realizing she had more important things to do. "You, and your paycheck," she said with a devilish grin, "Can be saved for later."

She continued into the Criminal Affairs building. The room was swept with a quick glance, not that it mattered. An officer standing next to the Interrogation Room was met with a barking, "Get me in, foolish fool!" The trial was approaching fast, and she had hardly had a chance to speak with the defendant. Not something a prosecutor would want to happen, especially not a von Karma.

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The officer paused in terror for a second, but sprung to the door, fumbling with his keys, trying to find the correct one to open the door. Finally, in what felt like hours, but was really a few seconds, he flung the door open, consequencially hitting some poor lackey with the door inside.

"Sorry!" he yelped, yet scooting out of the way for the vicious prosecutor to make way.

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