"I ran round the corner and bumped right into another man, that fat policeman."

Later, a fat policeman accompanied him on a slow-moving elevator to the cell wing.

There's a big fat policeman at the door, door, door.

Peter shook his head as he spoke to the fat black policeman.

He and the short, fat policeman walked slowly back to the clubhouse.

A fat policeman came puffing up the steps towards me.

He got up suddenly, not wanting to look at the fat policeman any more.

I do believe that fat policeman knows something we don't.

Well, mind you don't let that fat policeman - what's his name?

A certain bunch of fat crooked policemen were going to get screwed-simultaneously.