I’m amused.
Soldier, bored, fiddles with the knobs on the car radio until the static fizzles to life. OFFICER 189 (through radio): "This is One-Eight-Nine, reporting a five-oh-three at a local cemetery. The vehicle in question is a black hearse." It’s not a radio at all, but a police scanner. OFFICER 188 (through radio): "Ten-nine, say again? A black hearse?" OFFICER 189 (through radio): "Ten-four, that is correct." OFFICER 188 (through radio): "One-Eight-Nine, is this a joke? Who steals a friggin’ hearse at this hour?" Soldier laughs. OFFICER 188 (through radio): "What, you think that’s funny, One-Eight-Nine?" OFFICER 189 (through radio): "That wasn’t me." SOLDIER: Oh, crap. OFFICER 188 (through radio): "Who the hell is that?" Soldier panics and shuts off the scanner.