Commissioner was in his office, currently dealing with the thug from the other night that Mare-Do-Well beat-up for information about Two-Hooves. His body was in many large casts. His lawyer was trying to his extreme to prove his client's innocence.
"My client hasn't done anything wrong," the lawyer began and he slammed his fist on Armor's desk. "You people can't prove anything.
"Where'd I put that," Armor began, looking through the papers on his desk for something of importance to him. Armor could not care less for the beat up thug, he had other more important matters to attend to: like where his pack of gum was at. He wife Cadance made him quit smoking cigars and pipes. It was a good alternative and cost way, way less then any cigar did. The only problem was that he would go through the packs with such speed that he found himself going to the connivence constantly to re-stalk on his supply.
"There was nothing found at the scene," the lawyer continued. "No evidence and to say he suffered brutality is an understatement: Mare-Do-Well shattered his femur!"
"It's like it's got a mind of it's own," Armor said to himself checking his shirt pockets. "Ah! There it is."
Armor pulled out the pack of gum from his pocket popping out two pieces for himself.
"I insist you drop this entire matter right now!" proclaimed the lawyer, slamming both hands on Armor's desk. "My client is innocent!"
"Done!" Armor finally says. "Daniel, draw up release papers for the victim here!"
A sudden realization of both freedom and free take over the lawyer's and thug's face.
"Whoa whoa, wait a second," the lawyer continued. "My client has to be ensured a protection!"
Armor just stares at the two of them, his plan forming right in front of him.
"You heard me Daniel," he says to the cop in the room. "Gum?"