Grandpa Pudding Brains gets lost in a cop’s muscles
Grandpa Pudding Brains tried to tell a story about a New York police officer “please, sir”ing him and somehow ended up admiring the man’s muscles as if he had wandered into a weird Conan movie.
If there were muscles, the muscles were all over the place, and so was the story.
Sounds almost like The Criminal is in *lust*, doesn't it.
'Sir' present, but sadly no mention of 'big strong guy' or 'tears in his eyes' - I think he's losing it.