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Lucky BRACELETS!

The gang looked like a bunch of pallbearers-- they might as well have been, with the stare they gave Otto. There was only one cop in Vig City who'd have guts enough to take on punks like these-- and lighting his big cigar, he stepped out of the shadows just then!

Clancy pulled Otto's arms back, and snapped the cuffs together. The hoods took one look at the situation and faded into the night. 'Thanks a million, Clance!' said Otto. 'Get me outta here, and I'll buy you that drink I've always been promisin'!' Clancy muttered--

'If I can't beat some sense in ya, I know who will!'

'Big dummy-- I'm workin' strictly under orders!'

'You can return the favor by talkin' some sense into that kid of mine!'