Suckin on my peehole hairs, lickin on my tip.

We've really had a notable increase in visits from the man around our territory recently. From noise complaints to open burn law infringements, we've had em all, but it seems as if every code violation in the book has slipped by inconsequentially. Now, it has been said that it might be impossible to put a damper on the fast-times and high-spirits around here at headquarters, but they've finally found a soft spot and this time they hit us where it hurts. Read it and weep. Could this be the end of our wee little horned comrade? We're not letting go without a fight.