Court

Adjudicate: pronounce or declare judicially.

The judge was not lenient. She did not like the accused or what he did. She did not like anyone for that matter. But it seemed to work out for her anyways. In a court of law she was the top dog. They left the grill open again. Lazy baseturds. It wouldn't help anyone with it being in the weather. But i digress. And it follows the symptoms along with it.

Sometimes the patterns of the cases switched around, it kept Monica, the judge, on her toes. To provide the fees of the century. It was contagious to say the least. And not the good kind of sickness, but the very dark and twisted kind. Combined with talentless sassafrass. It was still in the hole, the gavel that is, could it be taken out, let's find out.

That cigar was tasty, the judge one from time to time. It uplifted her intelligence minutely. And let her breathe more freely. Contracting just a little bit of negligence from the malpractice. The lawsuit was not going to hold in her court. Maybe it would in a lesser judges hands. The computer update could wait she was busy forming words and such. It was about as irritating as a flea dancing.

We knew how it would end, or did we? The accused would rot in jail until the score was settled. Then he would get out in the last years of his life, the ones that were withered away. It did not matter anyways to him. He was already used up. In his own mind. The crime he had commited would haunt him to his dying day. And leave him stranded to maybe commit another sin in the eyes of the beholder.

But the judge did not care too much about it. He, Ted, was just another worthless adversary. The time would come to reap what he had sown. Tonight was his calling card to fry in the electric chair. As far as the judge was concerned they would just order an overdose that would be the more humane way to pass.

There were plenty of other ways to make the man pay for what he did in her mind. He was a different fellow when he marched up to the hotseat. His mind was frayed as he entered the realm of no turning back. The place where he was from. Ted was going to have to make it right for the victims he so viciously assaulted. The only way to do that would be to repent on the chair. Pins and needles his feet were asleep, why he did not know, maybe because he was on them all day long. To not give them air to breathe. Rock them awake and tell them not to do that again.

Faith would help out the judge to decide what to do to this pathetic human. This one that has no qualms and just does what he desires. She would put him back a peg or two. It is something that he needs to decide whether or not he should commit crimes again. Ted was flustered when he came about for the trial. This was not going to end well for either one of them. He knew that much.

Monica told him to sit down and called up the first witness. "Are you ready to tell your tale, or should I wake longer?" Ted decided he should hurry with his story or face the wrath of a potentially hostile judge. Bill and Ted would have to journey in their telephone booth to a land unknown. Blessed as well as cursed.