“ToughGuy, if that is your name…” the cop scrutinizing El Señor ToughGuy’s ID looks doubtful.
“Lame mis bolas.“
The cop turns to the impressive pile of wallets on the table. “How did you grab all these fucking wallets, ToughGuy?”
“Pregúntale al burro quién se folla a tu madre.“
A lightbulb seems to go on over the head of Cop A. He turns to Cop B.
“Huh. The pig was a diversion.“