Once again Billy and Axl tromped up the cracked marble stairs to the second floor of the courthouse; an odor of fear and desperation permeated the air.
Axl's mouth fell open when they walked into the courtroom: "Uh-oh, it's Judge V."
"Well now, back for more?" snickered the daft legal eagle.
"We are here for justice" responded Axl; Billy shook Axl's meaty paw for being so on top of things; Axl thanked him and was welcomed in return.
"Oh, I'll give you guys some justice. Bailiff, arrest Axl and throw him in irons."
Axl was arrested and several hot irons were taped to his body, causing him to scream, writhe and moan until he passed out.
"Next time it'll be the chair" smiled Judge V.
The bailiff yanked Axl out of the courtroom with a meat hook, leaving Billy quaking before the stoned jurist, all alone.
"Now, as for YOU, Billy: how long can you tread water?"
Billy feared his future was going to be wet indeed.