Eleven/Frobisher
"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 means of which he has left us, I ponder on the notion that it may not have been the epidemic that has been 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 about him anyway."
His wife is dead, he has no relatives."
There was an awful disruption in the court as the doors flung open and a bowtie wearing man, who had a rather quirky haircut which 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."
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