Duke Weaselton was being held at the ZPD for yet another case of movie piracy. Apparently he had tried to sell copies of that new film "Cuckoo" to a ZPD officer. So, they arrested him on the spot. He had been dragged past some boar and sheep being held in the lobby and tossed into one of the holding cells. Now he was waiting to know if he was truly going to jail or not. However, he could feel there was something different this time. He could feel someone watching him, but he couldn't tell from where. Soon enough, two officers came to get him. To his surprise, they brought him to an office in the upper floors of the ZPD. He was sat down in a chair across from a black sheep.
"Ah, I was wondering when they'd bring you in. Duke...Weaselton is it?"
"Yeah...what of it?"
"Well, I'm Bartholomew. I had my men bring you here for a special option. Some 'community service' so to speak. Agree to it and we can negate your ja