Oh, can the existential angst. Aren't you guys supposed to be working towards a world where we don't have crime and shit? Come on, you're like a little kid who saves up his allowance for a month to buy a candy and then complains once he gets it that it's too sweet for him.

[Actually, that's not a very good analogy at all, but Blake's also getting tipsy here so maybe it'll still be valid.]

That's real important to you, though, huh? Being a cop?