Billy slapped Axl out in the hallway and said "You're fired."
Axl's face and feelings were hurt.
"Why?"
"Because you're not winning" said Billy, "And I need a winner."
Axl thanked him, was welcomed, and shook has hand.
Since anyone or anything can be or do anything they want according to the ridiculous belief of this tale's author, Axl went to the local hospital to be a doctor and perform brain surgery, while Billy went to the grocery store to secure his new lawyer.
Billy hired a piece of bread to represent him and not a person.
Hey why not, with time travel, doppegangers and idiocy running rampant here?
Recess over, back in court Billy introduced his new attorney; all were shocked to see it was a piece of rye.
Billy said "Your honor, my new attorney cannot speak, talk, move or think, so I request a mistrial."
Billy smirked, shook his own hand and felt very clever; "I should change my name to Cardozo, or maybe Learned Hand" he mused.
But Judge V, high on top shelf cannabis and fortified by a recess blowjob from a grateful criminal defendant, would have none of it.
"You're both gonna be toast" he pronounced.
Billy was sentenced to death by Chinese tickle torture; his lawyer was forced into a hot toaster and then made to surround a mound of corned beef, sauerkraut and thousand island dressing and was consumed by Judge V during the course of the day.
Justice was served, and so was Judge V's reuben sandwich.
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