You let out a hearty, Santa-Claus-esque laugh. The letters L, O, and L form above you in shining gold. As you laugh at the foaming policeman, he collapses.
And then you stop laughing. Because it's no longer funny.
OR IS IT?
Nah, it's not funny anymore. Thinking fast, you run up to the police car and listen to the radio. You hear a song or two, and then switch on the police radio.
"SUSPECT IS ARMED AND DANGEROUS. I REPEAT THE SUSPECT IS ARMED AND DANGEROUS. THEY ARE ARMED WITH A RED PEN, CONFIRM?"