My Story
As a younger man, I worked in law enforcement. I was part of a special task force set up to combat the more extreme side of criminal behaviour.

My particular unit was of great interest to local politicians, who would often seek to ally themselves, in the public eye, with these proud upholders of justice. One in particular was an older statesman (I won't give his name here), with some power and influence. He took quite a liking to me, and would often invite me to his office to discuss where my career was going.

From the start, I suspected there was something amiss with all this, but he was kind to me and often gave me sage advice when I shared my troubles. In spite of my occasional misgivings, I looked up to him.

Some time into our friendship, I discovered he was implicated in a criminal enterprise - one which was being investigated by my own colleagues. I didn't know what to do. After some serious thought, I decided the best thing to do was cut off Samuel L. Jackson's arm and kill all the Jedi kids.

I sometimes wonder if I did the right thing, but... you can't go back.
(Sir Harrington Titsmith disgraced himself on, Sun 18 Jan 2009, 22:30, Reply)