Arrr! Judge be delayin' the guilty talk fer the Sept. 11 scallywags! Time to swab the decks, me hearties!
2024-11-10
Arrr, the old sea dog of a judge be bellowin’ at the lawyers, demandin’ they parley ‘n pick a day fer the scallywag mastermind of them dastardly attacks to fess up! It be a right jolly affair, watchin’ ‘em squabble like gulls over a fishy feast!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round, fer I be havin' a tale from the high seas of justice! A judge, wise as an old sea turtle, be callin' forth the lawyers o' both the defense and the prosecution, like a captain summonin' his crew fer a grand parley!“Avast, ye scallywags!” he be bellowin’, “Settle yer squabbles and find yerselves a date when the dastardly scoundrel, the mastermind behind them treacherous attacks, be ready to plead guilty!” The courtroom be buzzin’ like a hive of angry hornets, with lawyers scratchin' their heads and chattin' like a bunch of parched seagulls.
“Aye, yer Honor,” quoth the defense, “But what if the villain's heart be as black as the deepest depths of Davy Jones' locker? He could just as easily make a run fer it like a slippery eel!” The prosecution, all puffed up like a proud rooster, replied, “Let’s not be wastin’ our breath, matey! We be settlin’ this date quicker than a cannonball flies!”
So, the lawyers went on their merry way, arguin' like fishwives over which day would suit their grand theatrics best. And in the end, they’d set a date, fer even the most treacherous of sea dogs cannot escape the long arm of the law! Yo ho, what a ruckus it be!