Dang, and here's me thinkin' you boys were carryin' heat 24/7 on the look out for bad guys. Guess I'm gonna hafta go the officous route and contact someone with a clipboard or a uniform. Mind you, the guy next door's a golfer so mebbe I can borrow me an iron an' see if it's possible to knock some sense into the PHANTOM BREADSPREADER.

Either that or I can make sure his shirt's bin properly pressed so he looks smart for the sheriff's men an' the judge.