“Order!” said Nathan,
banging a gavel he had seemingly protruded from nowhere against the
side of the crashed airplane. “The supreme court of Danada is now
in session. The honourable Judge Pudding presides.”
<Shouldn't I have that
gavel then?> asked Pudding.
“Fine,” said Nathan.
“Be my guest.”
Pudding telekinetically
floated the gavel towards him. <Also I want one of those white
curly wig things.>
“...,” said Nathan.
<If we're going to do
this, may as well do it right,> said Pudding.
“Actually, we should
probably go inside, then,” said Nathan. Having court outside by a
crashed airplane is entirely too... yeah, no.”
Everyone went inside. A
white curly wig was created from a question box and given to Pudding.
“I'm going to go make
that bowling ally,” said Zach. “Not really interested in this.”
He left, and some others went off to do their own things, also.
“Wait, what floor did he
say the bowling ally would be?” asked Toaster-Man.
<Three dozen,> said
Pudding. <Why?>
“Nnn-no reason,” said
Toaster-Man.
<Okay,> said
Pudding. <The supreme court of Danada is now
in session. The honourable judge me presides. All rise.>
Everyone
rose.
<You
may be seated,> said Pudding.
Everyone
sat.
<The
prosecution may now make its case.>
“As
you are all aware,” said Tessa. “On Monday Danuary the 1st,
Toaster-Man hired the band Silverfish to compose a song for his
election campaign. In exchange for this service, we were promised the
payment of one pizza or the equivalent. Although he now has the
financial means the defendant refuses to repay this debt, therefore
we are suing him for the aforementioned amount.” Tessa paused
thoughtfully. “I think that's about it.”
<Alright,>
said Pudding. <Toaster-Man, your defending arg->
“Yeah,”
Toaster-Man interrupted. “But we never specified when I needed to
pay.”
<After
carefully considering the arguments, I believe Toaster-Man has a
point.> The band looked annoyed. <However... don't be a dick,
Toaster-Man. I find in favour of Silverfish, the defendant shall be
required to repay his debt immediately.>
“Wait
what?” said Toaster-Man. “Don't I get a jury?”
“This
is a civil case,” said Nathan.
“Do
I at least get more arguments?”
“Do
you have another argument?” asked Jessica.
“...No,”
said Toaster-Man. “But-”
Pudding
banged the gavel ceremoniously, and interruptingly.
“Alright,
let's go up to the bank and Toaster-Man get get his money to pay
them, then we can get on with more important things,” said Nathan.
A bunch of them escorted the somewhat belligerent Toaster-Man to the
elevator.
The
elevator was in use elsewhere, so everyone waited awkwardly. Then it
dinged and opened. Zach got out. “Umm, yeah,” he said. “So,
there's some kind of factory on floor three dozen already?”
“Wait,
what?” said Nathan.
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