John Phoenix was sitting in Defendant Lobby No. 3 of the District Court, waiting for the next trial to begin. He was reading the autopsy report, which said the victim was killed via blunt force trauma with a round object.
To his left, his uncle was sitting on a chair with his legs tightly crossed, and those legs were shivering.
"What is the MATTER with you, Uncle?" said John Phoenix.
"I need to do a pee pee John Phoenix," said Phoenix.
"Then go to the toilet," said John Phoenix.
"I can't John Phoenix the toilet is blocked."
John Phoenix groaned and stood up.
"Fine. I better fix that quickly, otherwise Dylan might shit on the floor again."
John Phoenix went into the toilet room and looked for a plunger, but the plunger was missing. Strange.
John Phoenix unblocked the toilet with his psychic powers.
"OH THANK YOU YOUNG SAVIOR," shouted the people waiting to use the toilet. John Phoenix shrugged and walked away to go to his trial.
"Court's in session," said the judge. The prosecutor was the one from Regeria Hope whose name I forget. She called the witness who was a plumber.
"I saw-"
"OBJECTION!" shouted John Phoenix. "YOU SAW NOTHING! YOU DID! BECAUSE YOU SEE, DYLAN, YOU KILLED THE VICTIM. EARLIER TODAY YOU STOLE A PLUNGER FROM THE TOILET AND USED IT TO KILL HIM! YOU HIT HIM WITH THE ROUND END OF THE PLUNGER! ADMIT IT, IT'S YOU, DYLAN FITCHAR!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" cried Dylan.
Suddenly Dylan clutched his dick and his legs started trembling.
Dylan Fitchar ran away (to use the toilet).
The End!