The next day Axl was served with a summons and complaint filed by representatives of the O'Jays, whose song Axl sang without first getting written permission.

Having given himself his own power of attorney, Axl thanked himself for his cleverness and peened out his response on a Big Chief legal pad; he filed the original and gave a copy to the other side.

The next day they went to trial before that old rascal, that scamp, Judge V.

Plaintiffs had a platoon of high powered lawyers, paralegals and various consultants; Axl sat alone.

Trial lasted ten minutes: a classic slam dunk.

Judge V. pronounced his verdict.

"Axl, you pirated that song from the O'Jays. Normally I'd only order you to pay a billion or two in damages but your actions were so wrong, so egregious, that I am throwing you in jail. Alas, the jails here are filled with January sixth protestors so I made arrangements with our sister state, Hawaii, to house you. May god have mercy on your soul."

Axl was cuffed and thrown on a tramp steamer; one grueling month later he arrived in the Aloha state, much the worse for wear.

He was transported to prison, processed, and taken to his new cell where he met his cell mate...

Axl let loose a real cheek rattler: holy moley, it's Mark Riley!

Mark Riley looked at his new companion, put down the chinese handcuffs he was weaving and smiled.