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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:38 pm
::stands up::
Yöür Hönör, dä Pläintiff cälls-
eek
::smacks his flight ring::
Er, dät is, I cäll-
confused
Yöür Hönör, börk börk börk-
::smacks the ring again::
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:38 pm
*leans over to Bullseye*
Bet you're next, vord'ika.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:41 pm
*sips martini smugly*
All we need now are twelve angry men...
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:41 pm
*looks around wildly*
No way I'm saying jack!
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:42 pm
A mööse bit my sistër vünce...
confused
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:49 pm
::takes off his flight ring and starts whacking it on the table to try to fix the translator circuit:: 
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:50 pm
*removes the accents just to stop the banging sounds*
PROCEED or I'm going to get more creative.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:50 pm
Oops. I think you broke Tenzil's Voice, Your Honor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:53 pm
: razz uts the ring back on, clears his throat::
Ahem. As I was saying..oh, flox! That fixed it!
As I was saying, Your Honour, the Plaintiff calls Benjamin Poindexter to the stand.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:56 pm
*attempts to bolt but is drug to the stand by Cade*
Lemme go!! I ain't saying nothin'.
*glares hatefully at everybody*
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:58 pm
Your Honour, could you perhaps aid Mister Poindexter in finding the Witness stand?
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:59 pm
The cyborg gave me lessons in this job....
*yanks out a Bible*
Swear on this to tell the truth or I'll toss you around this courtroom til you cry.
...
NOW!
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:01 pm
*Mister Poindexter finds himself swarmed by martinis, who fly him bodily to the witness stand. When the martinis withdraw, Mister Poindexter is revealed to have been transformed into a strawberry margarita*
If you assure me you will not bolt, I will turn you back. Clink once for yes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:05 pm
*Mister Poindexter returns to his previous bodily state, albeit smelling strongly of fresh strawberries*
You may continue, counsel.
*martinis hover about Mister Poindexter, reminding him at any moment, he too could be a beverage*
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