The blue and red lights flashed at the intersection, a couple of sirens, then you were pulled over. You were way over the speed limit, and at a late hour like this you didn't think any cops would be around.

A hand on your window, and when you rolled it down you saw the face of a cop. His name tag reading "Kennedy" accompanied with a shiny badge. He held a cigar in his hand, and the smoke curled up to the dark sky.

"I hope you know you're over the speed limit." he said, almost sounding bored.