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Police work.

Vex laughs. She presses the button. The missile launches—straight up. Then it sputters. Tilts. And crashes into a seafood restaurant two blocks away. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...

Frank freezes. He grabs the rubber chicken, holds it to his ear like a phone. Police work

The guard squints. Frank shrugs, then swings the chicken. It squeaks harmlessly against the guard’s helmet. The guard blinks. Frank kicks him in the shin. The guard collapses—into a puddle of motor oil, sliding into the harbor with a dignified splash. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...