Barney Fife

Now, the way I figured it, Anj; the thief's gonna' get sloppy, give himself away, make a mistake, & when he does, we'll nip him in the bud like one of Emma Watson's roses on V-Day; keep him here at the Rock 'til he understands the straight & narrow is the only road through Mayberry, til he girds his loins proper-like!