CODE 31! CODE 31!
CALLING ALL RESPONDENTS AT DOKOMI TO NORDPARK NORTH-EAST ENTRANCE!

LOGIC — HDB41—3105… help me out with the time of day anyone?

DRAMA — 10:15. It’s understated.

INLAND EMPIRE — 11:11. It’s *meaningful*.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Let’s say 14:00 —— a good time to start drinking.

PAIN THRESHOLD — You’re not a degenerate alcoholic, you’re a cop and a hero. The days of being a handmaiden of AL GUL are over.

YOU — “HDB41-3105.1400”

ESPRIT DE CORPS — This would be a really good time to name the case -- if only the Lieutenant were here. No use naming it without him…

HALF LIGHT — Time for THE SHOW. For τὰ ὅλα. The hallowed time of fear and disintegration. A countdown has begun. All will collapse on itself. The world will disappear into a single grain of blackness. All sound will be muted. All life will scream.

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN — Stay, sail with me through the Abyssopelagic Zone Harry—boy! The black tape never stopped spinning. It’s time to BUST A MOVE and show your Spinal Cord what *disco moves* your cranium harbored since that day that disco abandoned you in '38.

LIMBIC SYSTEM — Just watch out for evil apes duking it out.
EMPATHY — The tiny apes are doing all they can to be better. It’s not their fault. They can only strive to be a kind green ape.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE — You and I are *bratannoi* - brothers. Brothers fight. But when they’re done fighting, you know what they do? They party. They fucking party!

LOGIC — What about the *case*?! You don’t have time for this, at least not *right now*... maybe later…

RHETORIC — You must seek out your revolutionary brothers and sisters. Find out how much communism they’ve built. Then, together, maybe you’ll be able to build as much as 0.0002% of communism. Hug-by-hug.
DRAMA — Pretend thou art a paragon of virtue.

CONZEPTUALIZATION — Now this is real *living art*. The quest to reinvent yourself and that reflection in the mirror. What great inspiration you may gather from the interpretations and personalized expression of a collective that identifies as one but is so multi-facetted.

SAVOIR FAIRE — You are the King of Cool. Ray D. Tutto. To inspire others with your style is your god given privilege.

HALF LIGHT — Find your fellow *doom prophets*. The a-coppo-lypse is nigh.

CONZEPTUALIZATION — The Coppolangelos may share their collection of *local art* with other like-minded art degree holders and give informed criticism.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT — Yeah that sounds pretty lame.

VISUAL CALCULUS — To get to the meeting you need to head out of the southern exit of the exhibition by 13:55. Across the crosswalk you see the entrance of the park. Pass the trash bins.

SAVOIR FAIRE — You could try climbing into that trash bin, hobocop style...

VISUAL CALCULUS — Following the gravel road it forks at approximately 35 meters, a lone tree waiting by its side. At this fork the meeting will take place, surrounded by healthy green foliage and little red bugs.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — The firebug, Pyrrhocoris apterus, a common insect of the family Pyrrhocoridae. They can be seen in tandem formation when mating which can take from 12 hours up to 7 days.

SUGGESTION — Relocation may be needed in case of too many eyes watching you from the shadows or rain.

SHIVERS — A slight sensation of static electricity, as before a storm. A miniature conference is taking place inside, and you are the subject.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — On the 31th of May the sun will reach its zenith at 13:30. At 14:00 there will be 8 hours of sunlight left until the sun sets at 21:38. The golden hour for photography is usually 1 hour before sunset. At an altitude of 60° and any object of 1m height that is illuminated by the sun will leave a shadow of 57cm.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT — 57? Like the binoclard’s precinct…

ENDURANCE — Is this going to turn into a congregation of the homosexual underground? I thought we were just going to watch the world burn and ride the aerostatic in to the sunset.

VOLITION — This constant supervision of the Lieutenant gets to you. Maybe here among the shrubbery you can slip away Sam Bo-Style.

INLAND EMPIRE — This is the chance to let the people know of your vast, oceanic soul. If you close your eyes and reach out with your *feelings* you may even find something *para-natural* too.

REACTION SPEED — Wacko-natural if you ask me.

INLAND EMPIRE — It will *surely* lead to a cryptozoological mystery with that *extremely rare insect*. Just stay away from THE TRASH CONTAINER OF BAD MEMORIES.

AUTHORITY — Do not set up a shakedown under the guise of a cryptozoologist search party. You’ll never be able to pull it off. The logistics alone are insane. Just ask questions. Be a normal cop.

DRAMA — It's official: My lord's *copotype* is Regular Cop. I'll let everyone know. I'll send out a telefax.

AUTHORITY — First and foremost you are *the law*. And nobody else but you will hold it up or lay it down.

ENDURANCE — Bröther nothing can stop you , not the men of Wö or the passing time. It’s time to engage the shit compressor. Any looseness on your part will spell your doom.

SUGGESTION — Maybe you can just admire the beauty of nature and the seolite—inspired garden. Make connections and some *lasting memories* together.

ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY — AND maybe some of these needles here still have some juice for you left. Your GABA-recepters are screaming to be silenced. Blast a ziggy, bum if you have to but cooldown my *funk soul brother*.

ESPRIT DE CORPS — In his hotel room lieutenant Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi is copying notes from his little blue notebook. For a moment he pauses as the hair on his neck rises and a shiver runs through him.

SHIVERS — UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI.