MeanwhileBehind the facade of this innocent looking bookstore. ..
...Sam (you know the one..) strolled out of the fishy factory humming his favorite Beiber jam. His tune was cut short when Officer Grammar collared his 97 pound frame and lobbed him into his vehicle. "Officer wait! Can you scratch my neck before you drive me wherever we are going? " Little Sammy pleaded. Grammars glasses slid marginally down his nose for eye contact. "Son. I got 99 problems but an itch ain't one of em"