Axl's phone rang; he wiped the cum off his fingers and answered.
"Axl, this is judge V; get down here immediately."
Axl cleaned off his "dirty Sanchez" moustache, dressed, then shook Billy's member and received a welcome spurt in return.
His Vespa purred enroute to the courthouse: what could be the problem?
"Axl, you obviously didn't learn your lesson last time you were before me; remember I had you jailed for a month for the unauthorized practice of law? Hell, I even had my boys work you over a bit just so you got the message, but the message appears to have fallen on deaf ears."
Judge V glowered at Axl, who had a smirk on his face.
"Judge V, I have his power of attorney so I AM his attorney; "Judge not, lest ye be judged."
The judge lifted then slammed down the copy of "Zen Flesh, Zen Bones" he kept on the bench, then bellowed "Bailiff !"
The two Katzenjammer twins came in, festooned with donut crumbs: "This man is obviously insane; send him to the mental asylum."
En route to the mental asylum Axl hummed, smiled, and shook his own hand.
They arrived.
Axl was processed and placed in a double occupancy cell; it had a rank odor and a piss covered floor.
A man was curled up on the lower bunk; he looked up at his new room mate: Axl smiled broadly when he saw it was the swarthy fellow from Maui.
"Are you ready to win?" the drooling room mate asked.
Axl shook his hand, saying "You bet" and his education began...
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