Bogo: Officer Finnick doesn't work in this branch of the ZPD, that much I flatly deny. While my Officers do tend to make all sorts of...*Shakes head* foolish wagers and odd gambles that I'm somewhat forced to look the other way about in order to...”maintain a certain level of morale and camaraderie” among the officers, they don't tend to do 'cross-station' betting on specific officers. It's more something that's reserved for out annual ball games or other such frivolities.
That said, I've heard talk about the “Hopps-Wilde” betting pool around the office. Hushed murmurs and whispers by pretty much any other officer aside from Clauhauser....who more than likely started the betting pool in the first place. Of the many things I can say about Clawhauser, he's not shy when it comes to doing things like that, nor is he...intimidated by me like the other officers. So he was quite forthcoming with the existence of the bet, and has pestered me more than once about throwing my horns into the ring. Of course, I flat out told him again and again that I 'don't waste my time with trifling things like that.' After all, I think it would be a cruel misuse of my authority take in so much of my fellow officers paychecks on such a sure thing. Of course, Clawhauser only pressed me further after that remark, saying 'if I was so certain I'd win, then I should be willing to at least put up something...”
*Sigh* So, I put some money down on a spring wedding. It's the most popular time of year for rabbit weddings, and with Lieutenant Hopps coming from a very traditional rabbit family, I can't see it happening at any other time of year. I don't think Wilde has nearly enough family members to argue down that many rabbits with a different suggestion.
There, you have you answer, now get out of my office.
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