…and now that I’ve got you, I’ll be your judge, jury, and executioner.
Wait, so I’ll still get a trial?
Of course. And I’ll be your attorney. So, what’s being arrested like? I’m also the court reporter.
It’s a little confusing.
Back off! No questioning my client. Let’s talk shop. Did you do it?
Are you my lawyer right now? Or the judge?
Ahh! You caught me! Okay, now I’m your lawyer.
Okay. How am I getting off?
First, you weren’t read your Miranda rights by that moron waste-of-life cop.
Which was you.
Plus, you can call a mistrial because the judge and your lawyer have been drinking.
I think I’m going to leave.
Shh. We need to be quiet. The bailiff is about to speak. All rise for honorable Judge Murray. Let me tell you right now, Judge. That man is guilty. I object, your honor. He has no evidence. Oh shut up Jack, we both know he’s headed to the clink. He’ll go to jail over my dead body you son of a bitch!
