We inter in a cort room in the middle of the day, every seet on the right side of the room is taken, and only 4 peaple on the left side. one the acused, his loyer, a tall man with funky brown hair and black ray bands right behind the acused, and 3 seets back is a blonde women with a medical bag.
the judge walks into the room and takes his set,"will the acused stand."
the acused, a man of about 17 or 18, 5'11"/6'0", 220 pounds, blonde hair that looks like it use a buzz cut with 1 inch long side berns, stands up and his head jerks to the left, a twich.
"Michael Fawkes, u are hearbi sintincet to 80 years inpresenmint in the state prison, without perole, do u have eneything to say?"
"yeah, how did a darhter rapeing bitch faggot like u get a black robe and a hammer, ya fuckin bart and paid for trater!"
5 menits later
"ur nefue is a bit... ruff, isnt he?" clarie said to Darien as thay where leaving the court house.
"u would be to if u got a bogess sintince like that. besides, hes been of his pain killers for what, a week? hes bound to be a "bit ruff".
"true, well, r u sure mike will wont to have the gland, he will need the conter-agent, unlike u."
"yeah i know, but just tell him i okaid it, and hell say yes. or do u wunt that cute little brit insted?"
"now why would i wunt walters, when i have someone thats more then an inch taller then me when im whareing my favert heals?" she says as she reaches up to pert a long kiss on his lips.
"i have no idea, but if u do that to mike, ill tell the boss what you did to his car."
"i didnt do eneything to his car."
" yea, but Idid."