Axl awoke from his Cake Cream / Miami Dolphin dream: "Whoa, that was weird" he thought, but then he focused on the pounding on the front door.
He took off his diaper, removed the gerbil, put on a French maid outfit and answered: it was John Law.
A truncheon smashed his nose and as he collapsed in a heap boots repeatedly kicked him in the head.
"My wife was at that reunion" said the cop, "and now she's dead."
Axl was cuffed and he and the remaining members of Fake Dream were thrown in jail.
The following morning they all appeared before the Honorable Judge V.
"Well now, what have we here?" asked the jaded jurist; "looks like somebody gave you a much-deserved beating."
"I move to dismiss all charges on the basis that I am a doppelganger" said Axl.
"Oh, a transexual are you? We have ways of dealing with people like you. Bailiff, whack his pee pee."
The bailiff whacked his pee pee.
"No, not a transexual, I am a doppelganger; I am two different people at the same time."
"Pleading insanity, are you? Sounds like some sort of schizophrenic multiple personality thing."
"No, not crazy, I'm a time-traveling doppelganger and as such I am above the law."
"You're not Trump, only he's above the law. Bailiff, whack his pee pee again, only harder this time."
Axl quickly realized that practicing law wasn't quite the walk in the park he'd thought it would be.
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