'Frobisher is dead,' Proclaimed the judge of the court. 'He was greatly loved by both male and female persons alike. The end was nigh; it was inevitable he was going to die,' It was suggested.
'Although by the cause of which he has left us, I ponder on the notion that it may not have been the epidemic that has spread in recent days spreading which killed him.'
'Objection, your honor; Frobisher was notorious for being quite an arcane character.
I feel it only right if this case were to be dismissed, who cares of him anyway. His wife is dead, he owns no relatives.'
There was an awful disruption in the court as the doors flung open and a bowtie wearing man, who somewhat of quirky haircut that flopped distinctively, walked in with a sense of trepidation on his face, but also a certain confidence, which I could not quite comprehend.
'That is a rather humorous notion, that; well it isn't, it's actually rather offensive, but thank you man, man of wisdom, the judge; for defending my very good friend Frobisher, because he is in fact not; dead that is. He sends his kindest regards to everyone in this room, apart from you Oswald; he says you need to get a haircut. Hello everyone!'
'And hello to you too man of strange nature,' laughed the judge with an incredulous look upon his face of many sunsets.
'I'm The Doctor, and I am a strange man. But you should know something. I've seen the end of the universe and the start of it a thousand times. I have seen the demise of Vincent Van Gough. You marvel at earth's history, I believe. If you really do, then, listen to me. Don't ridicule me, and don't laugh.'
The judge became serious, his face had become a darker shade; the fun that he had sought only moments ago had vanished.
The Doctor stared at the people whom filled the courtroom, improvising while Oswald (his owl friend) flew from the room that was in dire need of paint.
Oswald went forward. He was not an owl of great prestige, but new that what The Doctor had brought him in days recent times of travelling with him was greater than what he would have had in his own planet.
'Someone is vindictively using Frobisher as a weapon, which he is in most certainty not. Is that construable for you? Because if it isn't, then, well, this...'