Operator: 911. Woman: I’m looking for an Officer Loco please. What’s the name of your troops down there please? I’m not being arrogant I’m calling for… Operator: What are you trying to find out? Woman: It’s not the RCMT it’s…I have a very important call to make because I just realized that my own son could be carrying a cobalt bomb in his testicles. Operator: Who are you needing to contact ma’am? Woman: Pardon? Operator: Who are you needing to contact ma’am? Woman: Uh, your head office, the head of police. Operator: This is it ma’am. Woman: Okay thank you. He just came back to…in July. And I believe he’s carrying a cobalt bomb in his left testicle and the stupid police don’t know nothing. They won’t even arrest him and he could blow the planet so sky high it could mean…he has a testicle that’s blowing up and it keeps moving around. But I believe he’s…uh…holding dangerous weapons inside his own body. Okay. Not his rectum, his testicle. Operator: Thank you for calling.


A woman calls 911 claiming that her son has a cobalt bomb in his left testicle.