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Courtroom No. 2½. 10:03 AM (ish).
juju on that beat: [spins dramatically in chair] WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF... uh, what was this show again?
silence
Feehnic: It’s... it’s court.
juju: Right! Court! My favorite sitcom.
He claps once. No one claps back. He nods solemnly as if they did.
That One Guy: [pinching bridge of nose] Your Honor—
juju: That’s juju on that beat, thank you. Stage name.
That One Guy: ...Yes. Juju. Anyway, the prosecution is ready.
Feehnic: [half-asleep] I am physically present.
Lars is eating chips in the witness stand.
Lars: Okay, so this one’s not my fault.
that one guy: [sighs deeply] We haven’t even started yet.
Lars: Oh, then I’m definitely innocent.
He finger guns at Feehnic, who looks like he hasn’t slept since the tutorial case.
feehnic: I think I’m allergic to whatever’s happening right now.
He starts scratching his arm. Actual hives are forming.
that one guy: [panicking] WHAT— NO— THE DEFENSE IS HAVING AN ALLERGIC REACTION TO JUSTICE AGAIN!
juju: Medic!
There is no medic.
juju: oh.
Lars: So anyway, the whole building exploded before I got there, so it’s not technically my fault.
Everyone stares.
feehnic: ...Your building exploded?
Lars: No, a building. Mine was next door. Well, technically it was also mine.
that one guy: ...
juju: Fascinating! The plot thickens, just like my morning oatmeal!
feehnic: I think I’m going into anaphylactic shock.
juju: Excellent! Court adjourned! The defense wins cuz I said so!
Feehnic collapses onto his briefcase. Lars takes a selfie. That one guy screams.