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As the legends of this community are aware, I used to attend Titty's celadon parties. She invited me to several of them. She valued my presence and once expressed her fondness with a heartfelt statement about our relationship: "I likes you, Big Daddy. You be quiet and likes to watches and shiet." Thankfully, she kept me off the record and protected me from the spotlight. However, due to my autism, I appeared in court on Monday to express my desire to participate in the proceedings. Her attorney, Sally McNeal, rejected me: "Fuhgeddaboudit. But you can watch, big fella." She gave me an air kiss and nodded in acknowledgment. She pursed her lips and nodded again. Redirecting her focus, she turned back to the judge.
The excessively overweight Jessie "BB" Ventura gasped for air as she gave the court TMI details about Titty's suspicious freak-outs.
Miss Titty Clam, clad in a celadon dress shirt and slacks, with dark sunglasses perched on her nose, was already seated when she turned to acknowledge Jessie's heavy footsteps as she approached the stand to snitch. "Who that?" She asked the wobbler as she passed. McNeal leaned in close and murmured something to her. Titty's voice erupted, "I smell hickory smoke!"
BB, who was fifty-five pounds shy of qualifying for My 600-Pound Life, passed gas as she sat down in the witness box. The judge winced. Some jurors feigned ignorance of the loud and uncomfortable flatulence that disturbed the room. However, juror number 8, a redheaded man, squinted his eyes as if he knew something only fat people understand.
But the Battlestar Galactica witness—she was an extra in season four, episode eleven—didn't catch Titty's eyes on this day of the biggest TMI trial in history. She initially averted her gaze from me as well. Ah, yes, the guilt she carries. I remember what I saw. She remembers what I remember, what Titty didn't see. And I ain't saying nothin'!
This is the first time BB has been anywhere in public, outside of buffet bars, since she was kicked out of the sex parties because of her weight gain. Conveniently, this was when she spilled the beans.
At times, she snacked on a honey bun she had stashed in her jacket pocket. Other times, she opened a fruit box from the case a cowboy had brought her. Ugh, low sugar is a thing. But most of the time, she ate her crackers.
BB's testimony about Titty's "fish flake" fetish detailed the rules of a Freak Out. According to Jessie, it would begin with avocado oil and fish flakes. Then, there would be itching from the flakes, followed by naked men dumping buckets of food on them. Finally, there would be ass and vagina eating. "The shit was nasty as fuck! You'd be eating ass with fish flakes in your mouth, and then someone would dump potato salad and baked beans on you. Titty would crawl toward us, slipping on the beans and smashing her face into the floor. It was disturbing." She looked at me and said, "Someone here, not subpoenaed by the courts, watched like a creep!"
As the jurors and attorneys scanned the pews, I looked around, too, because the behavior was contagious. Then Titty blurted out, "Baked beans are dried-up beans!" She laughed hysterically as Judge Penn warned her defense about contempt. He reminded them that he could gag the defendant for disruptive behavior. She snickered and calmed her black ass down.
At one party, Titty told BB to eat the July Fourth concoction from her puffy pussy. BB said she didn't want to, especially since there was 'a weather alert for the area.' There was a storm brewing, and BB didn't like bad weather. The jurors awwed.
The district attorney approached the jury as BB smacked her lips. He asked, "Did you eat Goldfish crackers before meeting Titty and participating in her Freak Outs?" She audibly cleaned her fingertips. She sighed. She answered no. He knitted his eyebrows at the jurors and nodded intermittently in quick succession. The ginger squinted his eyes again. A 60-year-old black woman sitting behind him furrowed her brow. Looking at the rest of the jury, many of them seemed muddled.
BB described in detail how a suspicious private party played out. "First, we get naked. Then, they sprayed us with avocado oil. While the male prostitutes questioned the strange aphrodisiac, I saw other crew members holding fish flake containers. I be say, 'Oh, hell no, not again.' But Titty would scream, 'A FO always fly with fish flakes, hoe!' They'd shake the fish food on us."
"It was freaky... smelling like delicious avocado, only to smell like fish flakes later. But if you think that was humiliating, na-uh. Then came the buckets of potato salad and... and..." BB cast her gaze downward in embarrassment. Inconspicuously, she slipped a cracker into her mouth. Titty giggled. Her attorney urged her to continue. "Baked beans. Hickory smoked was her freaky flavor."
"Ha ha!" Puffy Clam blurted. Judge Penn illustrated two fingers at McNeal. She whispered to her client. Titty turned her face to the DA side.
Not the wrestler-Jessie Ventura said that a YouTube influencer was at Titty's party. She was in the kitchen stuffing her face with potato salad and baked beans. "The food was delicious! I think she laced it with drugs or something. But check it: I had a handful of potato salad and went to the door to watch the intermission. This young, naive girl had a train ran on. I remember someone else being there and watching like a creep." She stared at me with wide eyes. "He didn't do nothin' to stop it!"
“Was potato salad and baked beans dumped on them, too?” Loo Loo Lankins, the assistant defense attorney, asked. BB said the food items were only for Freak Outs, not intermissions.
"I believe Titty wanted me to be fat. That's why she used food," Jessie said. "But they sprinkled fish flakes on the YouTube influencer and the five male bitches, too."
During her testimony, Titty's vivacious chuckles and outbursts seemed impervious to her sick and disgusting culture. As I write this, I can't help but feel racist for identifying blind people as uncivilized and perverted.
BB said that sometimes she had to eat baked beans from an escort's ass while Titty rubbed her bean to the sound of "squishy-squishy," but at other times, the blind woman would eat potato salad from her ass while the creep mentioned earlier "just watched." Her wide eyes returned to me.
She added, "If I were eating food out of someone's ass, Titty would crawl to me while slipping on the beans and smashing her face. She would then shove a handful into my—" BB looked down again in shame. Another cracker slipped into her mouth. The district attorney said it was okay and that there was no need to explain any further. The judge agreed. The jurors were relieved.
When asked if the male prostitutes ejaculated on her, the star witness attempted to answer, but the judge and the district attorney simultaneously said, "Don't." Judge Penn chimed in, "We get the picture."
"Your Honor, in order for me to present this trial with as much detail as possible," McNeal told the jury and DA, "I need to share every detail with the jurors." The state expressed disappointment, and several jurors positioned their hands near their ears, indicating their agreement.
McNeal repeated the question. She answered, "While I'm eating creamy hickory-smoked baked beans and chunky potato salad from a man's hairy asshole, Titty is taking a load into her mouth. But she doesn't swallow it. She feels for me and the asshole I'm eating, and she dribbles the cum into his buttcrack. It slides down into the glob of food garnished with fish flakes that I'm eating." A juror vomited, slumped over the bench armrest.
The judge called for a recess, and the district attorney's team rushed out of the room. A few of them covered their mouths.
During the break, I struck up a conversation with a Daily Mail reporter. I brought up granny panties, but she changed the topic and asked me what my connection was to this freaky deaky. I told her it was none of her fucking business! She moved away from me as her sketch artist winked at me.
Jessie returned to the stand and told the court how Titty made her call her "Bush Beans," the name of her favorite manufacturer. "She wanted me to call her the maker of the beans," said BB. "I thought it was weird, considering she's just a fashion designer, not a bean canner."
"Hold on here," Judge Penn interrupted. "If you call her 'Bush Beans,' what does the 'BB' stand for in your name?"
"Baked Beans," Jessie said. McNeal pressed her hand over Titty's mouth, holding the other against the back of her head to suppress another outburst. If not for her dark sunglasses, we might see her eyes watering. McNeal also seemed to be holding back a chuckle with a smirk. Loo Loo had her chin to her chest and her hands shielded her eyes. Roxane, the black defense assistant, showed no empathy, as if she were a Manosphere scorpion. As I scanned the spectators, I saw many blushing faces. Some covered their faces with their hands. Others had smirks and restrained laughter, reminding me of how sick our world truly is. On the other side of the room, the jurors' gaping mouths and wide eyes illustrated a parallel reaction of disgust.
As BB licked the remnants of Goldfish crackers from her fingers, the jurors appeared restless. The District Attorney rose and exclaimed, 'Why is this woman permitted to eat during the trial, Your Honor? This is disrespectful, in my opinion.' The judge responded that no one had solicited his opinion and instructed him to take his seat again.
Judge Penn then said, "This is Big Jim's warped universe. We must all endure." There were many sighs, the crackling of wood, and the rustling of leather boots from the cowboys with crossed arms standing with their backs against the wall.
When asked about the love affair with the handicapped woman, Ventura said, "Shiet, I needed the money and shiet. For real. You feels me?"
The greasy, black-haired DA shouted, "Now he's being a retarded racist, Your Honor! Is there any way we can censor this universe?" The judge shook his head and pursed his lips. Bugsy Brown Boogaloo sat back down. Having just learned his name, he rested his elbow on the table and grasped his forehead with his hand.
Hick Smokins, McNeal's newly appointed assistant, had just reached the courtroom and immediately began cross-examining the 30-year-old Jessie, asking, "Did you ever find pleasure in the Freak Outs?"
She replied, "Nope. My actions were forced by Titty's mind tricks."
He stepped closer to her, now only a breath apart. Arching his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to tell the court that you made all this up and that Titty is a good person who should get the Nobel Peace Prize?"
"Your Honor!" Bugsy stood up and shouted. "He is attempting Titty Mind Tricks! I request that this lawyer be removed at once!"
"Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit, be gone, child!" the judge informed him, cocking an eyebrow in response to what he had said. The DA shook their head as they searched the papers on their desk. Four cowboys grabbed Hicks as the dirty-blonde one shouted, 'He-haw!' They carried him away. The women in the courthouse gawked at their tight Wrangler jeans.
Bugsy Brown Boogaloo blurted out, "I would like to present Exhibits 3094 and 3095, which show evidence of Titty's mind tricks." A young brunette with her hair in a bun and wearing a short black dress went to the DA's desk. Bugsy handed her a flash drive and winked. She returned the wink, then gave him an air kiss. She brought the flash drive to the woman sitting below the judge. She inserted it into a laptop. A deputy rolled a widescreen television to the jury. Two pictures appeared on the screen.
"I rest my case!" Bugsy said, slamming a microphone to the ground. I'm not sure where it came from, though. He high-fived his assistants. The youngest guy, who looked like a law student promo, danced in a circle, jumped up, and fell into a split on the floor. The jurors applauded.
"What that?" Titty asked McNeal. She leaned in and whispered into her ear. Titty turned her head opposite of the celebration to the window of the room.
McNeal summoned a character witness to testify. A young woman sporting a buzz cut took her place in the witness stand. The defense attorney then addressed her, asking, "Please state your name and your relationship to the defendant for the record."
"Holly Moisture," she said with a smile. "I used to be her seamstress." The bulge of a cowboy's package in his jeans hijacked her gaze.
"Can you please describe your opinion about Miss Titty Puffy Clam."
"You want me to tell you about the condition of her vagina?"
"No, ma'am. The person."
"Oh, I thought you used an 's' after Titty—my bad." Miss Baldy adjusted herself in the seat and continued, "Blind people shouldn't design clothes. Her fans think it's a fashion trend to have one sleeve at the top of a shirt and the other on the bottom, but that's obviously a flaw caused by a blind person."
"The Bitch has the itch!" Titty shouted swiftly as the courtroom burst into chatter. The judge told her defense team that this was their final warning. Roxane whispered to her, embracing her hand with both of hers.
With her back to Holly, McNeal asked, "What am I saying right now?" She didn't answer. She turned around again and asked, "Why didn't you answer me?"
"You didn't ask a question."
"When my back was turned, I asked, 'What am I saying right now?' And you didn't answer because you're deaf."
"Duh, you already knew that."
"But the jurors didn't!" McNeal shouted. "Nor did the observers."
"Oooooooh, kay."
"Exactly," McNeal said. "Booyah," and cha-chinged to the DA. She returned to her section, sat down, and displayed a proud smirk.
A new defense lawyer, Tetramin T. Flakes, stood. He blurted out to the witness, "Are you sure you don't want to tell the court that you made all this up, and that Titty is a good person who deserves the Nobel Peace Prize?"
"Your Honor!" the district attorney shouted. The judge glanced at the cowboys, raising his eyebrows. They hurried over to the lawyer, heaving him onto their bare shoulders. One of them screamed, "He-haw!" They carried him out of the courtroom.
"Where are their shirts?" Judge Penn asked the defense and the DA. They all shrugged their shoulders. "Isn't this Big Jim guy supposed to be straight?" The same reaction resulted.
"Who that?" Titty asked her attorneys. Roxane whispered in her ear. She quickly turned her head away, pursing her lips. Ugh, she probably told her that I'm a white supremacist overlord.
The judge called for a continuance until Tuesday. I was not there that day, nor on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. This means I have no further information to share unless... I return to the trial next week. And if I do, you will know. You all will fucking know... I guarantee it!
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As the legends of this community are aware, I used to attend Titty's celadon parties. She invited me to several of them. She valued my presence and once expressed her fondness with a heartfelt statement about our relationship: "I likes you, Big Daddy. You be quiet and likes to watches and shiet." Thankfully, she kept me off the record and protected me from the spotlight. However, due to my autism, I appeared in court on Monday to express my desire to participate in the proceedings. Her attorney, Sally McNeal, rejected me: "Fuhgeddaboudit. But you can watch, big fella." She gave me an air kiss and nodded in acknowledgment. She pursed her lips and nodded again. Redirecting her focus, she turned back to the judge.
The excessively overweight Jessie "BB" Ventura gasped for air as she gave the court TMI details about Titty's suspicious freak-outs.
Miss Titty Clam, clad in a celadon dress shirt and slacks, with dark sunglasses perched on her nose, was already seated when she turned to acknowledge Jessie's heavy footsteps as she approached the stand to snitch. "Who that?" She asked the wobbler as she passed. McNeal leaned in close and murmured something to her. Titty's voice erupted, "I smell hickory smoke!"
BB, who was fifty-five pounds shy of qualifying for My 600-Pound Life, passed gas as she sat down in the witness box. The judge winced. Some jurors feigned ignorance of the loud and uncomfortable flatulence that disturbed the room. However, juror number 8, a redheaded man, squinted his eyes as if he knew something only fat people understand.
But the Battlestar Galactica witness—she was an extra in season four, episode eleven—didn't catch Titty's eyes on this day of the biggest TMI trial in history. She initially averted her gaze from me as well. Ah, yes, the guilt she carries. I remember what I saw. She remembers what I remember, what Titty didn't see. And I ain't saying nothin'!
This is the first time BB has been anywhere in public, outside of buffet bars, since she was kicked out of the sex parties because of her weight gain. Conveniently, this was when she spilled the beans.
At times, she snacked on a honey bun she had stashed in her jacket pocket. Other times, she opened a fruit box from the case a cowboy had brought her. Ugh, low sugar is a thing. But most of the time, she ate her crackers.
BB's testimony about Titty's "fish flake" fetish detailed the rules of a Freak Out. According to Jessie, it would begin with avocado oil and fish flakes. Then, there would be itching from the flakes, followed by naked men dumping buckets of food on them. Finally, there would be ass and vagina eating. "The shit was nasty as fuck! You'd be eating ass with fish flakes in your mouth, and then someone would dump potato salad and baked beans on you. Titty would crawl toward us, slipping on the beans and smashing her face into the floor. It was disturbing." She looked at me and said, "Someone here, not subpoenaed by the courts, watched like a creep!"
As the jurors and attorneys scanned the pews, I looked around, too, because the behavior was contagious. Then Titty blurted out, "Baked beans are dried-up beans!" She laughed hysterically as Judge Penn warned her defense about contempt. He reminded them that he could gag the defendant for disruptive behavior. She snickered and calmed her black ass down.
At one party, Titty told BB to eat the July Fourth concoction from her puffy pussy. BB said she didn't want to, especially since there was 'a weather alert for the area.' There was a storm brewing, and BB didn't like bad weather. The jurors awwed.
The district attorney approached the jury as BB smacked her lips. He asked, "Did you eat Goldfish crackers before meeting Titty and participating in her Freak Outs?" She audibly cleaned her fingertips. She sighed. She answered no. He knitted his eyebrows at the jurors and nodded intermittently in quick succession. The ginger squinted his eyes again. A 60-year-old black woman sitting behind him furrowed her brow. Looking at the rest of the jury, many of them seemed muddled.
BB described in detail how a suspicious private party played out. "First, we get naked. Then, they sprayed us with avocado oil. While the male prostitutes questioned the strange aphrodisiac, I saw other crew members holding fish flake containers. I be say, 'Oh, hell no, not again.' But Titty would scream, 'A FO always fly with fish flakes, hoe!' They'd shake the fish food on us."
"It was freaky... smelling like delicious avocado, only to smell like fish flakes later. But if you think that was humiliating, na-uh. Then came the buckets of potato salad and... and..." BB cast her gaze downward in embarrassment. Inconspicuously, she slipped a cracker into her mouth. Titty giggled. Her attorney urged her to continue. "Baked beans. Hickory smoked was her freaky flavor."
"Ha ha!" Puffy Clam blurted. Judge Penn illustrated two fingers at McNeal. She whispered to her client. Titty turned her face to the DA side.
Not the wrestler-Jessie Ventura said that a YouTube influencer was at Titty's party. She was in the kitchen stuffing her face with potato salad and baked beans. "The food was delicious! I think she laced it with drugs or something. But check it: I had a handful of potato salad and went to the door to watch the intermission. This young, naive girl had a train ran on. I remember someone else being there and watching like a creep." She stared at me with wide eyes. "He didn't do nothin' to stop it!"
“Was potato salad and baked beans dumped on them, too?” Loo Loo Lankins, the assistant defense attorney, asked. BB said the food items were only for Freak Outs, not intermissions.
"I believe Titty wanted me to be fat. That's why she used food," Jessie said. "But they sprinkled fish flakes on the YouTube influencer and the five male bitches, too."
During her testimony, Titty's vivacious chuckles and outbursts seemed impervious to her sick and disgusting culture. As I write this, I can't help but feel racist for identifying blind people as uncivilized and perverted.
BB said that sometimes she had to eat baked beans from an escort's ass while Titty rubbed her bean to the sound of "squishy-squishy," but at other times, the blind woman would eat potato salad from her ass while the creep mentioned earlier "just watched." Her wide eyes returned to me.
She added, "If I were eating food out of someone's ass, Titty would crawl to me while slipping on the beans and smashing her face. She would then shove a handful into my—" BB looked down again in shame. Another cracker slipped into her mouth. The district attorney said it was okay and that there was no need to explain any further. The judge agreed. The jurors were relieved.
When asked if the male prostitutes ejaculated on her, the star witness attempted to answer, but the judge and the district attorney simultaneously said, "Don't." Judge Penn chimed in, "We get the picture."
"Your Honor, in order for me to present this trial with as much detail as possible," McNeal told the jury and DA, "I need to share every detail with the jurors." The state expressed disappointment, and several jurors positioned their hands near their ears, indicating their agreement.
McNeal repeated the question. She answered, "While I'm eating creamy hickory-smoked baked beans and chunky potato salad from a man's hairy asshole, Titty is taking a load into her mouth. But she doesn't swallow it. She feels for me and the asshole I'm eating, and she dribbles the cum into his buttcrack. It slides down into the glob of food garnished with fish flakes that I'm eating." A juror vomited, slumped over the bench armrest.
The judge called for a recess, and the district attorney's team rushed out of the room. A few of them covered their mouths.
During the break, I struck up a conversation with a Daily Mail reporter. I brought up granny panties, but she changed the topic and asked me what my connection was to this freaky deaky. I told her it was none of her fucking business! She moved away from me as her sketch artist winked at me.
Jessie returned to the stand and told the court how Titty made her call her "Bush Beans," the name of her favorite manufacturer. "She wanted me to call her the maker of the beans," said BB. "I thought it was weird, considering she's just a fashion designer, not a bean canner."
"Hold on here," Judge Penn interrupted. "If you call her 'Bush Beans,' what does the 'BB' stand for in your name?"
"Baked Beans," Jessie said. McNeal pressed her hand over Titty's mouth, holding the other against the back of her head to suppress another outburst. If not for her dark sunglasses, we might see her eyes watering. McNeal also seemed to be holding back a chuckle with a smirk. Loo Loo had her chin to her chest and her hands shielded her eyes. Roxane, the black defense assistant, showed no empathy, as if she were a Manosphere scorpion. As I scanned the spectators, I saw many blushing faces. Some covered their faces with their hands. Others had smirks and restrained laughter, reminding me of how sick our world truly is. On the other side of the room, the jurors' gaping mouths and wide eyes illustrated a parallel reaction of disgust.
As BB licked the remnants of Goldfish crackers from her fingers, the jurors appeared restless. The District Attorney rose and exclaimed, 'Why is this woman permitted to eat during the trial, Your Honor? This is disrespectful, in my opinion.' The judge responded that no one had solicited his opinion and instructed him to take his seat again.
Judge Penn then said, "This is Big Jim's warped universe. We must all endure." There were many sighs, the crackling of wood, and the rustling of leather boots from the cowboys with crossed arms standing with their backs against the wall.
When asked about the love affair with the handicapped woman, Ventura said, "Shiet, I needed the money and shiet. For real. You feels me?"
The greasy, black-haired DA shouted, "Now he's being a retarded racist, Your Honor! Is there any way we can censor this universe?" The judge shook his head and pursed his lips. Bugsy Brown Boogaloo sat back down. Having just learned his name, he rested his elbow on the table and grasped his forehead with his hand.
Hick Smokins, McNeal's newly appointed assistant, had just reached the courtroom and immediately began cross-examining the 30-year-old Jessie, asking, "Did you ever find pleasure in the Freak Outs?"
She replied, "Nope. My actions were forced by Titty's mind tricks."
He stepped closer to her, now only a breath apart. Arching his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to tell the court that you made all this up and that Titty is a good person who should get the Nobel Peace Prize?"
"Your Honor!" Bugsy stood up and shouted. "He is attempting Titty Mind Tricks! I request that this lawyer be removed at once!"
"Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit, be gone, child!" the judge informed him, cocking an eyebrow in response to what he had said. The DA shook their head as they searched the papers on their desk. Four cowboys grabbed Hicks as the dirty-blonde one shouted, 'He-haw!' They carried him away. The women in the courthouse gawked at their tight Wrangler jeans.
Bugsy Brown Boogaloo blurted out, "I would like to present Exhibits 3094 and 3095, which show evidence of Titty's mind tricks." A young brunette with her hair in a bun and wearing a short black dress went to the DA's desk. Bugsy handed her a flash drive and winked. She returned the wink, then gave him an air kiss. She brought the flash drive to the woman sitting below the judge. She inserted it into a laptop. A deputy rolled a widescreen television to the jury. Two pictures appeared on the screen.
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"I rest my case!" Bugsy said, slamming a microphone to the ground. I'm not sure where it came from, though. He high-fived his assistants. The youngest guy, who looked like a law student promo, danced in a circle, jumped up, and fell into a split on the floor. The jurors applauded.
"What that?" Titty asked McNeal. She leaned in and whispered into her ear. Titty turned her head opposite of the celebration to the window of the room.
McNeal summoned a character witness to testify. A young woman sporting a buzz cut took her place in the witness stand. The defense attorney then addressed her, asking, "Please state your name and your relationship to the defendant for the record."
"Holly Moisture," she said with a smile. "I used to be her seamstress." The bulge of a cowboy's package in his jeans hijacked her gaze.
"Can you please describe your opinion about Miss Titty Puffy Clam."
"You want me to tell you about the condition of her vagina?"
"No, ma'am. The person."
"Oh, I thought you used an 's' after Titty—my bad." Miss Baldy adjusted herself in the seat and continued, "Blind people shouldn't design clothes. Her fans think it's a fashion trend to have one sleeve at the top of a shirt and the other on the bottom, but that's obviously a flaw caused by a blind person."
"The Bitch has the itch!" Titty shouted swiftly as the courtroom burst into chatter. The judge told her defense team that this was their final warning. Roxane whispered to her, embracing her hand with both of hers.
With her back to Holly, McNeal asked, "What am I saying right now?" She didn't answer. She turned around again and asked, "Why didn't you answer me?"
"You didn't ask a question."
"When my back was turned, I asked, 'What am I saying right now?' And you didn't answer because you're deaf."
"Duh, you already knew that."
"But the jurors didn't!" McNeal shouted. "Nor did the observers."
"Oooooooh, kay."
"Exactly," McNeal said. "Booyah," and cha-chinged to the DA. She returned to her section, sat down, and displayed a proud smirk.
A new defense lawyer, Tetramin T. Flakes, stood. He blurted out to the witness, "Are you sure you don't want to tell the court that you made all this up, and that Titty is a good person who deserves the Nobel Peace Prize?"
"Your Honor!" the district attorney shouted. The judge glanced at the cowboys, raising his eyebrows. They hurried over to the lawyer, heaving him onto their bare shoulders. One of them screamed, "He-haw!" They carried him out of the courtroom.
"Where are their shirts?" Judge Penn asked the defense and the DA. They all shrugged their shoulders. "Isn't this Big Jim guy supposed to be straight?" The same reaction resulted.
"Who that?" Titty asked her attorneys. Roxane whispered in her ear. She quickly turned her head away, pursing her lips. Ugh, she probably told her that I'm a white supremacist overlord.
The judge called for a continuance until Tuesday. I was not there that day, nor on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. This means I have no further information to share unless... I return to the trial next week. And if I do, you will know. You all will fucking know... I guarantee it!
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