Breakin' the Law, Breakin' the Law

Yesterday Mike, my partner in the fight against crime, regained the use of his security cameras.

This was the result:

WANTED

FOR ANNOYING THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF EVERYONE AT WORK

REWARD: THE CONTENTS OF ED'S WALLET

So then my smart-alec friends, following a slew of heart-wrenchingly sweet messages, sent me this:

WANTED

FOR MAKING EMILY CRY AT THE FRONT DESK INSTEAD OF TACKLING PEOPLE WHO LEAVE EARLY

REWARD: THE CONTENTS OF EMILY'S PURSE

The moral of this story? My friends are punks.