As Dory awoke that morning, she slowly slid the anemone out of her little clam. She was used to being taken advantage of in the night by the anenome and it no longer bothered was the day, the of justice. She had prepared herself for this day by visiting, each morning for the last year, the spot in which the act had been coral still stained with her lover's blood. Sometimes she would even stick her tongue out and brush it by the reef, simply looking to have a taste of her once morning Dory got a ride from her neighbor baby Ray and traveled to the P. Sherman Courtroom. Today was the day, the day her life would be decided. Seated in the judge's chair was Mr. Ray who had recently been appointed judge after was found mysteriously slashed to death in her home. In the witness chair was the one and only, Crush. She hadn't seen him since that dreadful day. Crush looked toward Dory and whispered "Duuuude". She knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to seduce her into his hard, rough, slimy turtle shell, just like Squirt had done two years before. She remembered how he had once dragged her into his body and then left her aching as soon as he was about to "Squirt!". That's how his on got his name: from that night Crush had spent with Dory, the night they met at the Coral Bar.
It was a cold, moist night, and it wasn't because of the water. The ocean breeze tickled Dory's young, feminine body. She was currently in her prime and desired a pleasurable time. A shiver sensation went through her womanhood. She turned her head towards Crush and winked. The musty sweat ran down his trusty shell. He pointed his arm towards the cove, awaiting them in the back of the bar.. She followed the trail of empty shells and bottles leading up to the entrance. Once inside he slowly slipped out of his shell. She had never know he could do this.
"Can I call you daddy?" she insisted right before they were going to get down to business. He seemed to ignore he as he continued with his task, or he was just too high to register her was all more attracted now that she could see his rippling six pack, when suddenly, Dory awoke from the day dream to find herself drooling and covered in tartar sauce before the courtroom. She looked up to find Mr. Ray giving her a devious look, while Crush gave her a solid thumbs up. He was pissed. Hella pissed. Dory was not taking this trial seriously and only cared about her sexual needs. She had no remorse for her previous crime, which did not sit well with the judge. He looked up and shouted. "I sentence you Dory, to the death penalty!"
With this he turned around and shoved his long poisonous spike through Dory's fragile body.
As Dory's blood filled the room the jury began to panic. But it was too late! In one fowl swoop the courtroom was gone. Within the stomach of the local megalodon.