on a nightly stroll, you spot a police cruiser driving along the road which stops and the door opens, out comes a balding white male humanoid appearing to be a small town cop with a handlebar mustache. He has red eyes covered by a pair of shades and appears slightly overweight, and he wears a 1970s era state trooper uniform.

“You ain’t done nothing wrong, have you, boy? If so, then you got a lotta nerve waltzing around here, boy.”

he says in a low frightening voice, what do you do?