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from being blasted across the street

with a shotgun

while your ass was getting a burrito.

But I was getting a burrito for you.

- Yeah...

- I don't eat cow flesh.

Do you think that you could get a burrito

and do your job?

You think you could get a burrito

and watch my back

- like every other cop manages to do?

- Yes.

Look, I know... you're disappointed in me.

I know that you think that I let you down.

- Yeah. You know what?

- But I...

You know what? It's a new day.

Back to work. We hitting the reset button.

Copy that. Copy that.

We're hitting the reset button.

Moving forward together.

As friends, together.

We will not be listening

to no Orkish music.

That is one of the greatest love songs

ever written.

That's a love song in prison.

I believe that you're lacking in love,

Ward.

- I'm what?

- By love, I mean...

like... physical love.

Yeah. Um...

Right?

I'm straight. I don't need

no physical love. Trust me, I'm good.

You can't hide it, Ward.

Humans have physical tells.

- Tells, huh?

- Yeah.

- It's called a face.

- I ain't making no face.

- Like the face you're making right now.

- I ain't making no face.

All right.

What face am I making?

"A human who needs a lot more

conjugal love" type face.

"Conjugal love" face.

So you know human face...

Show me another human face.

- What's another one we make?

- Oh, uh...

- What's that face?

- Human who doesn't get anymore pancakes.

- We do like our pancakes, for real.

- I got a lot of 'em.

- You got a lot?

- I got a lot of them.

Show me the face an Orc makes

when he just shut the f*** up,

and don't say sh*t,

and just drive to work.

Yeah, that's it! That's it!

Oh, you got that one!

Yeah, you killing that one.

You should do that one.

Do that one, like, all the time.

Whoa. Whoa. Why you going this way?

It's fine, it's a shortcut.

See? They're very nice here.

Dude, you can't go through Elftown.

You are killing me. Killing me, dude.

So, what, you trying to...

get yourself some designer shoes?

Ain't nothing over here but rich-ass Elves

just running the world and shopping.

I hate Elftown.

Even the chauffeurs are snobs.

Hey. Back already, Ward?

Where's the, uh,

diversity hire you ride with?

Yeah, what kind of partner is Jakoby?

Is he your dance partner?

Your sexual partner?

'Cause he f***ing sucks

at catching bad guys.

That's Clan Law sh*t, dog.

Orcs got each other's backs.

Hey, look, why y'all acting like

I put this dude in my car?

So what are you doing to get him

the f*** out of this division?

Hey, long as he pull his weight,

I ain't got no beef with him.

No. No, no, no. You could do sh*t, man.

You could write a letter.

His ass would be gone if we back you up.

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