STAMM, I
WARNED YOU
ABOUT THAT
CIGAR.
SORRY,
LIEUTENANT.
I MUST NOT HAVE
HEARD...
I DIDN’T
WANT TO
EAVESDROP.
WORD IS
YOU’RE GOING TO
STICK ME WITH A
NEW PARTNER.
DETECTIVE
CHARLES K. BAKER, A
TRANSFER FROM THE
22ND. SEVEN YEARS ON
THE FORCE, JUST GOT
HIS GOLD SHIELD.
C’MON, L.T.,
GIMME A BREAK.
YOU KNOW I DON’T
DO VIRGINS.
STAMM, WHAT
I KNOW IS YOU GO
THROUGH PARTNERS LIKE
A HYPOCHONDRIAC GOES
THROUGH KLEENEX. BAKER
IS SUPPOSED TO BE A
GOOD COP.
YEAH, SO
WHERE THE
HELL IS THIS
PARAGON?
GOOD
POINT. HE’S
LATE.
JUST WHAT
WE NEED–A
DETECTIVE WHO
CAN’T EVEN FIND
HIS OWN DESK.
HEY, MAN,
WHY DON’T YOU
LOCK UP THE FREAKIN’
ALIENS INSTEAD?
YOU OUGHT
TO ARREST THEM