Having finished with all your business, you were finally driving home, when suddenly a policeman stopped your car and asked you to lower the window. As you did so he approached your car and spoke: "Good afternoon, could you show me your driver's license?" A policeman, or at least the one who pretended to be one, asked with a slight yet mischievous smile on his face. Of course, as a terrorist, he was good in disguises and coped well with the role of a policeman.