Smiling at the policeman’s amusing story, Whitney commented “Oh yes those drugs. The ones that do not even have my finger prints on, as they were planted in my pocket, whilst I was being forcibly arrested.” Pausing for a moment he continued “Oh and another thing, you could not have picked the worst person for possession, as I have never taken drugs. I don’t even take paracetamol for a headache. I really want to help you, I really do.”<br/><br/>Crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, he went on “Resisting arrest, how interesting. If I remember correctly I was defending myself and an innocent female against two racist thugs and then from out of nowhere you guys came along and hit me with a truncheon whilst putting on the cuffs.” Thinking for a moment “So as regard to ABH, you’re right, there was ABH but not from me. So if you don’t want me to charge you guys, let’s just call it quits and let me go and I will forget this ever happened.”<br/><br/>In response to the question about overhearing any names, Whitney considered this for a moment and responded “Oh one last thing, as I have nothing to do with these people then how would I overhear any names that I would associate with them. I have heard names like, Cath and Jonny the ice cream man. These could be members of this club of yours but they could also be innocent visitors to the festivities.”<br/><br/>Still noticing the bobby whilst all this was going on, Whitney tried to stay focussed on the policeman asking the questions, but could not help to comment “Do you need a jacket? As you seem cold. Or perhaps a blanket.” Even though this was meant to come off as a little bit cocky, Whitney was concerned as to why the bobby was there and of course his fate at the hands of this seemingly dense policemen.<br/>