You were a graffiti artist. You were out in town at night, spray painting your graffiti name on an abandoned building. You heard a car rumble behind you. You ignored it, thinking it was a citizen. You heard it park before a door closed. Footsteps headed towards you.

"Can't be doing that 'round here, mate," a male voice with an Australian accent spoke. You turned to look back. It was a police officer. He looked adorable, like a kid playing dress-up.