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‘Police, there is a cow in my house.
What? No, it is not my cow.
No, I did not steal the cow!
No, there are many cows in my house. They are dead!
No, I did not kill them!
No, I don’t mean I have steak!
I come home and my house, it has many dead cows in it, very large cows, all dead.
No, I am not having a barbecue.
I know the weather is nice.
Look, you idiot, someone has put a dozen dead cows into my house.
What? What do you mean you did it?
Helmut Graf, yes, he is a friend.
A good friend, why? What is this?
He is wanted? By the people in Zug?
Oh.
No, I don’t mind about the cows.
Yes, I will clear it up.
Yes, I am sure, sorry to bother you.
Yes, thank you for your time.’