Dark Jail Time
In the courtroom on Borgus, there was a low murmur of scattered conversations. The defendant sat perfectly still, his shaven head gleaming from the light cast by the lights in the ceiling. He seemed calm and confident.
"Your Honor, my client Richard B. Riddick is completely innocent of these crimes that lay at his feet. He simply cannot be held responsible for them, because it is the opinion of several highly regarded pysciatrists that he is mentally unstable. Therefore he..."
"You're fired." Riddick's word echoed out in the stunned and silent court.
"What do you mean?"
"I ain't fuckin crazy asshole. And you know it. So fuck off, you're fired."
"Mr. Riddick, if you could refrain from using vulgar language." The judge ordered from the bench.
"No, I can't. So kiss my ass, Your Honor." Came the reply.
At first only one voice was heard to laugh but quickly others joined in. Eventually even Riddick's former lawyer was in tears from laughing so hard. Everyone except the judge that is. His neck was a boiled red and he was shaking in rage.
"I'm guilty. I know it, You know it. So cut the shit already fuckface."
"Mr. Riddick, by your own ommisions, you are found guilty of 3 charges of aggravated assault, 4 charges of assault with a deadly weapon, 2 charges of grand theft auto, and 5 charges of second degree murder. I sentence you too...."
Riddick cut in. "It was 5 charges of assault with a deadly weapon and 3 charges of grand theft auto dumbass."
"Fine. I sentence you to 50 years in Butcher Bay Peniteteriary."
Riddick shrugged. He shouldn't have.
Butcher Bay was the most feared prison in the universe. Concealed almost totally in darkness, convicts were left in pitch black to mostly fend for themselves. A quick death sentence. If Riddick was sane, he would't be for long.
In the courtroom on Borgus, there was a low murmur of scattered conversations. The defendant sat perfectly still, his shaven head gleaming from the light cast by the lights in the ceiling. He seemed calm and confident.
"Your Honor, my client Richard B. Riddick is completely innocent of these crimes that lay at his feet. He simply cannot be held responsible for them, because it is the opinion of several highly regarded pysciatrists that he is mentally unstable. Therefore he..."
"You're fired." Riddick's word echoed out in the stunned and silent court.
"What do you mean?"
"I ain't fuckin crazy asshole. And you know it. So fuck off, you're fired."
"Mr. Riddick, if you could refrain from using vulgar language." The judge ordered from the bench.
"No, I can't. So kiss my ass, Your Honor." Came the reply.
At first only one voice was heard to laugh but quickly others joined in. Eventually even Riddick's former lawyer was in tears from laughing so hard. Everyone except the judge that is. His neck was a boiled red and he was shaking in rage.
"I'm guilty. I know it, You know it. So cut the shit already fuckface."
"Mr. Riddick, by your own ommisions, you are found guilty of 3 charges of aggravated assault, 4 charges of assault with a deadly weapon, 2 charges of grand theft auto, and 5 charges of second degree murder. I sentence you too...."
Riddick cut in. "It was 5 charges of assault with a deadly weapon and 3 charges of grand theft auto dumbass."
"Fine. I sentence you to 50 years in Butcher Bay Peniteteriary."
Riddick shrugged. He shouldn't have.
Butcher Bay was the most feared prison in the universe. Concealed almost totally in darkness, convicts were left in pitch black to mostly fend for themselves. A quick death sentence. If Riddick was sane, he would't be for long.