"Sir!" she pointed to fat-man dramatically, her one hand on her hip. "There’s talk of a misbehaving biker and you look AWFULLY SUSPICIOUS! I’m afraid I have to take you downtown, mister! If you refuse to do so, I have every right to believe that you are the culprit!”
"Whaaaat! Joost’a who do you’a theenk you’rea accusin’ here!" he bellowed back, despite knowing full well it probably WAS him the copper was after (he might have left a graffiti-tag or two around…). Still, he didn’t care for being accused so boldly. No, he was gonna resist with all his might!
"You can’a joost’a try and’a take me een but I’a ain’t gonna make eet easy for’a ya!" he fat man snidely replied. He then quickly did an about face and bolted off as fast as his stubbly legs could manage.