Don Quijote de Los Angeles

//Attention cars in the area, we've got a call regarding a fellow on 5th street downtown in what appears to be metal armor, carrying a long metal stick, can someone check on it?//
-Yeah, this is Car 1492, I'm nearby. I'll go check on it.


-Excuse me sir, what exactly are you doing?

Oh good day to you fine lad, I'm on a quest to bring honor and glory to the resplendent Dulcinea.

-And why are you wearing a trashcan?

There is no trash around me? Are you referring to my armor, dear boy? This is the finest armor in all the land, cast in the very embers of the fiery forges of Toledo. This suit is practically impenetrable; never in the history of knight errantry has such any knight doffed such a fine exoskeleton.

-Armor, right. And I assume that is a lance?

Sharp as a razor's point, sturdier and more true than even the lance of Amadis of Gaul.

-I'm not sure that a lance is covered in your second amendment rights.

What are you saying, my dear lad? A knight nothings of rights or amendments to carry a lance, only his noble right to battle the forces of darkness. And what is this "second business" you speak of? I'm sure you must know that I am a Knight of the First Order of the Sad Face. What is it that they teach you in La Manchan schools these days?

//All units, we have a situation downtown, I need all cars in the area to respond//

-Ok, Sir Knight of the Sad Face, duty calls me off to face my own windmill. I'm going to let you hold onto your weapon and let you continue your adventure. Just promise me you won't run down any shopping carts with your lance.

Are you a knight, my dear boy? If so, you sure are a funny looking knight dressed all in blue. And what kind of steed that you came here on? No match, I'm sure, for fleet-footed Rocinante, who is ever Apollo's favorite.

-Ha, yeah I'm Officer Sanchez of the Knights in Blue.

Sanchez? In La Mancha, names offer branches to the trees of progeny's lineage. Sanchez would mean "Son of Sancho," is it so?

-At your service, my liege, but I must be off to battle my own windmill.

You sure you don't want stay and be my squire?

-Not this time, my lord, but ever at your service.