A vein almost visibly popped in Officer Cornelius's forehead. He<em>hated </em>it when people laughed at the law. "If you do not like the law: then have it changed! Until then, the law is the law!" Why did everyone laugh at him? Why did everyone laugh at the law? He was just trying to be the best, most by the book cop this town had ever seen! But no one ever respected him. Maybe if he stood his ground rather than running away... He really wanted to run away. The girls outside were a little more than he could take. "The laws were not made a century ago: they were last enforced then. Technicaly, they were made in 1834, 1837, 1858, and 1859." It was a minor point, but Cornelius was grouchy after the laugh against the law. "I hope I have made myself clear. I will be back later today to make sure that you comply. Next time, open your Gomorrah of licentious immorality and corruption somewhere away from the eyes of God-fearing folks and maybe I will let it slide. Good day, sir."<br/><br/>Cornelius looked enormously nervous, far more than the situation warranted. He began to slowly turn around and head out, determined to maintain as much of his dignity as possible, determinedly<strong>not </strong>staring at any of the girls.