O'Leary couldn't help himself. His precinct just busted a smoke shop selling without a license. Loads of cigars were seized and just sitting in the warehouse. Nothing seemed wrong with them. They just were being sold by someone too greedy to get the paperwork done. "Nobody will miss just one", he thought. O'Leary grabbed a cigar.

The night was quiet on his evening patrol. Not a sound could be heard. "Might as well enjoy this while the night is young," O'Leary quietly said to himself. He pulled out the stolen cigar and lit it. Each puff of smoke felt deep and heavy. O'Leary could feel the weight of each breath.

O'Leary's walkie-talkie buzzed. "We've got a robbery on the corner of 15th and Smith"

"I'm two blocks away. Heading there now", O'Leary snorted"

By the time O'Leary arrived, the robber had just exited the building. "Stop!" O'Leary snorted again. The robber looked stunned. O'Leary could barely reach for his gun in its holster. "Place the stolen goods on the ground and raise both hands." O'Leary began to gesture to the robber to keep his distance when he noticed a large pink arm where his right arm should be.

O'Leary snorted.

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I got inspired by an old piece from   blazingcheecks . Def check it out here. The original is so good.