Up the pole, Berkowitz. The gate guard needs another coat of paint.
” But it’s too early in the morning, Sergeant. And it’s too hot. “
Up the pole, Berkowitz.
” But I get dizzy, Sergeant. And the paint makes my nose itch. And there are flies…”
Up the pole, Berkowitz.
” But we just painted it last year. And the sand just takes the paint off. And…”
” Either you go up the pole, Berkowitz, or I call your grandmother…
” Up the pole, Sergeant. “
The Little World 
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