So a guy gets pulled over for running a stop sign. And he has expired plates.
The po-po writes him for the failure to stop, and lets him slide on the plates by offering to follow him home.
As soon as our victim gets to his crib, he lashes out against the jackbooted forces of injustice that have oppressed him, apparently by being all deviously friendly and polite and stuff.
Nice work, Skippy. Way to keep a sense of proportion, there.
Please stay off my side.