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“Freleng, we have Mr. Sylvester on the phone. He’s going to give you a description of the suspect.”
“Got it, Chief. Good morning, Mr. Sylvester. My name is Friz. Let’s start with the shape of the suspect’s face and then add any distinguishing features.
Large, round head . . . good, good. Chubby cheeks, large blue eyes, tiny body, orange lips . . . got it. Huge feet, like a clown? And they’re orange too? What else? Appears to have jaundice—entire face and body is yellow.
Chief, here’s what I have so far.”
“Freleng, you’ll never make it as a police artist.”
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