“Supreme Court?! More like, the “Court Supreme!”
Then I turn on the hose that shoots sour cream all over the courtroom.
“Order! Order!” The judge screams.
Hours later, when the janitors are almost done cleaning up the sour cream, a tarp filled with diced tomatoes falls from the ceiling.
“I’ll bet he was planning for that to fall earlier,” says one of the janitors. “Probably when he was hosing the room with sour cream.”
Then they talk about how they will never know for sure because I got murdered during the whole thing.
