“If it pleases the court,” Robby stretched invisible suspenders with his thumbs, “I may not be some smooth-talkin’ city lawyer, but I think I know a thing or two about the law.”
“What are you doing, Mr. Firth?” the judge inquired.
“I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mr. Holland was nowhere near the scene of the crime the night of the murder!”
“Murder? Mr. Firth, this is not a murder trial. This is traffic court and you were caught doing 47 in a 35.”
“I plead insanity, your honor!”
“In this we are in total agreement.”
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