Welcome a Centaur Cop-ONWARD


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 * Wait... HA! There she is! That's Guinevere the Second -- in all her custom-detailed, EXPERTLY airbrushed glory!
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 * sigh...* Man, even when she's out of gas, leaking coolant, and parked sideways in a loading zone, she's a thing of--
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 * (Okay, I still don't understand how this game works, but, Barley, you are putting me into this scene RIGHT NOW.)
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 * (Okay, I still don't understand how this game works, but, Barley, you are putting me into this scene RIGHT NOW.)
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 * Welcome Colt.
 * 60m
 * 5, 50
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 * (Now that's more like it! Kinda neat seein' that action figure of me out on the board like that... So... uh... what do I do now?)
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 * ("What do you do now?" COME ON. You do whatever you want! The only limit is your IMAGINATION!)
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 * (Okay...) Uh... Barley, Barley, Barley, why can't you keep your van in a clearly marked driveway where it belongs, for once?
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 * Sorry but after I write you a ticket for that, I'm escorting you straight home. Your mother needs to hear about this.
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 * (Ugh... No offense, Colt, but I think your imagination is broken.)
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 * (Hey, I'm "just stayin' in character as myself!" No harm in that, right?)
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 * (Ugh... No offense, Colt, but I think your imagination is broken.)
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 * (Hey, I'm "just stayin' in character as myself!" No harm in that, right?)
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