Frank shoves his hands in his pockets. His pants immediately fall down. He pulls them up, trips over a mooring cleat, and crashes into a stack of barrels labeled
Police work.
Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the beverage. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...
(stunned) What?
Vex laughs. She presses the button. The missile launches—straight up. Then it sputters. Tilts. And crashes into a seafood restaurant two blocks away. Frank shoves his hands in his pockets
World peace? That’s your villain speech? I once arrested a guy for double-parking. Now that was evil. trips over a mooring cleat