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y so SRS BZNSSYour honor, permission to treat plaintiff as hostile?
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Fuck. That was pretty much my whole plan.
The tall man with the graying temples ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, frowning contemplatively.
All right. Then as my first witness, I call
MY OWN CLIENT.
He said this with an undeserved air of drama, as if he expected some stealth organ player to strike a few minor chords after it left his mouth. None did, and the court was silent for a second or two. The judge nodded, and a scrawny, hunched, pizza-faced boy slunk to the stand, his oversized suit bagging pathetically around his bony shoulders.
How you doin, big guy?
The boy looked around uncertainly, at the jury, at the plaintiff, then the bailiff, then the judge, then back to his own attorney.
Ive been better
All right, listen. Im not trying to trap you