Dr. Jack walked into the courthouse with two security guards. He also had a grin on his face.
"I have them now." He muttered. He stopped and the judge came up on stage.
"Dr. Jack. You have been charged with assault and battery. But, since of your behavior, we have decided to let you go." Dr. Jack sighed with relief.
"Thank you judge." Dr. Jack replied.
"I didn't tell you to talk." The judge said.
"Oh, sorry."
"I still didn't tell you to talk." Dr. Jack stood there silent. "That's better." The judge said.
"What shall we do with him?" One of the guards asked.
"Take him out to the entrance so he can get his papers. He is now a free man."
"Thank God!" Dr. Jack said. The judge then threw his gavel at him.
"I said don't talk!" The judge snapped. The two guards escorted Dr. Jack out of the courthouse.
They were met with a documenter and a lawyer.
"Here are your papers and my card." The lawyer said as he handed Dr. Jack the items.
"Let's see; a wallet, keys, a pen, a golden statue with a sword..."
"Stephano!" Dr. Jack exclaimed as he took it. "Did the Barrels hurt you, bro?" The lawyer sighed and walked off. Dr. Jack then went off to pay someone a visit.
"So bored." Mr. Jones said to himself. "It's so bored here without him."
He looked around the room again and sighed.
"There has to be something on the television." Mr. Jones then started to flick through channels.
"…Please vote me, the keeper of the reaper…"
"…Scary-o, scary-o. I'm not scared from head to toe…"
"...Brains, Brains, its okay!"
"Nothing good." He said with a sigh. "Just a Billy and Mandy marathon. I think I know a writer who likes that show." He muttered.
He then heard a knock on the door. "How can it be now?"
He walked over to the door and unlocked it. He opened it and found Dr. Jack standing there.
"Oh, Dr. Jack! You deliver pizza now? But I didn't order pizza. But you forgot the pizza anyway. Damn it! Pizza Hut messed up the orders again!"
"Mr. Jones!" Dr. Jack yelled as he shook him. "I'm out of prison!"
"You're… you're out of prison! Oh shit!"
"That's right oh shit." He said with a smile.
"Well, what are you doing here?" Mr. Jones asked as he let him in the house.
"Well, there are two things. One…" He then punched in the groin. Mr. Jones fell down with a grunt.
"That is for putting me in jail."
"Good call." Mr. Jones wheezed. "What's the second thing?"
"I need your help."
"With what?" He asked grunting in pain.
"I need your help getting that pesky wolf Aaron."
