I’ve always believed that if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
So I’ll let Widget do it.
I already gave my explanation in court.
Athena Cykes was raised as a sheltered young girl who saw the workbench as a magical tool that made things disappear or reappear. Whether she sought to hide her mother’s body or… “fix” her did not matter.
I know far too well the crushing, all-consuming horror of believing that you killed your own parent. I was forced to face it head on and I am better for having done so.
Whether or not she would be, that would be up to Wright. I had every faith that if Ms. Cykes was truly innocent, he would find a way to prove it. Lo and behold, he did.
I’m admittedly terrible at being comforting, but if the girl needs someone with experience to talk of such matters… I am available.
I watched a man kill himself on the stand to either prevent incriminating himself or his girlfriend.
It was a traumatic event, apparently doubly so for that rookie defense attorney, yet you ask if I am satisfied?
No, I am not. Besides the defendant taking his own life, no verdict was declared. I’m now two false starts in and still no official victory. It’s bothersome.
YO, HO, YO HO HO!
I CLOWN ON THOSE FISH, THEY STRAIGHT UP GUPPIES
THEY CAN’T HANDLE THIS, NOT WHEN THEY’RE PUPPIES
I’M FIVE MILES OF MUSCLE, TEN GALLONS OF MEAN
I’M THE BEST IN A TUSSLE THAT YOU’VE EVER SEEN
BRING ON THE DREADNAUGHT, BRING ON THE YACHT
SKILLS TOO WEAK FOR THE STRENGTH I GOT
THEY COME IN WITH ‘TUDE, BUT FISH ARE JUST FOOD
WHEN THE ROUND END CHIMES, AIN’T NOTHIN’ BUT RIMES