Story:The Loophole 3
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Case 1: Senor Abbots!
Author: Director
The Director presents one of the cases for the Loophole 3.....
Senor Abbots SPOG!
You're down on your luck
Give up now
Watcha gonna do
WHEN YOU'RE dough
runs
outttttt
LIFE IS A DRAG!!!!!!!!
Judge Belmont: I find the defendant-
*Abbots bursts in*
Abbots: THSI MAN IS MUCHO GUILTY!
Belmont: No, arrest him.
*Guards arrest Senor Abbots.*
OoC: HOLD IT! abbots is always carted off to jail...... lets follow him there.. WAIT, lets follow him for this whole SPOG, identify the inner Abbots.
Abbots: Let me go, I AM A PROSECUTER ESE!
Policeman: Yeah yeah, save it for your cellmate.
*The policeman tosses Abbots in the jail room*
Abbots: AYE CARUMBA!
???: Hey there amigo *snicker*
Abbots: and who are you.
???: *The man comes out of the shadows* ITS ME
Abbots: who?
???: Your brother, Enchilado.
Abbots: Sh*t.
Author: Retro
Abbots: GUARD, I HAVE THE PLAGUE!
Guard: Yikes, again!? Now your cell mate's probably going to catch it too, you guys need to leave pronto.
Enchilado: What was that all about?
Abbots: WORKS EVERY TIME I TELL YOU, OR MY NAME ISN'T-
Guard: No, now get out.
Abbots: AYE CARUMBA?
Enchilado: Come on Abbots, we're going to start our new life as a ruthless pair of Prosecutors, comprendé?
Abbots: I WANT TO MUCHO DEFEND.
Enchilado: No, Prosecute.
Abbots: Mmkay.
(Later)
Enchilado: How should we go about becoming Prosecutors? We're too cheap for school.
Abbots: ASK THE MUCHO CHIEF PROSECUTOR.
Enchilado: No...oh wait, yes. That could actually work.
Abbots: ABBOTS IS MAKING MUCHO DIFFERENCE!
Enchilado: No, now get a cab.
Author; Wariofan
*Senor Abbots bursts into the Chief Prosecutor's office*
Abbots: I want to be a Prosecutor!
Chief Prosecutor: No, arre-I mean, woah who are you?
Abbots: Me llamo Senor Abbots and this is mi hermano, Enchilado.
Enchilado: Si, we want to prosecute.
Chief Prosecutor: What makes you think you can barge in here and ask for Prosecutor Licenses??
Enchilado: *pulling out a gun* Because if you don't you say hello to my little friend here.
Chief Prosecutor: Who? I don't see anyone else here besides you two.
Enchilado: I meant my gun idiota!
Chief Prosecutor: Ah yes yes! Here you are gentlemen! Prosecutor licenses.
Abbots: Yay! *does the Hat Dance*
Enchilado: Excelente!
*Enchilado fires his gun except it doesn't hit the Chief Prosecutor, it pulls to his left, goes through the window, into the next building, hitting its target.*
The Mayor: JESUS CHRIST IVE BEEN SHOT!
Chief Prosecutor: I saw that! I also double as Chief of Police and you're under arrest for killing The Mayor!
The Mayor: IM NOT DEAD!
Chief of Police: Then you're under arrest for attempted assassination.
*Enchilado just stands there and accepts the handcuffs, saying nothing in his defense*
Chief of Policecutor: Oh by the way, YOU will be the prosecutor for this case.
Abbots: Me?
Chief: Yes, you will prove to the court that this man tried to assassinate the mayor
*Senor Abbots bursts into tears*
Abbots: I don't want to prosecute!
Chief: Too bad. Put him in court.
*Policeman take Abbots to the courthouse*
Author: Director
*Abbots arrives at the courthouse to find it is no ordinary courthouse..... but an old west ghost town themed courthouse?!?!*
Abbots: Aye Carumba, this place fits my style!
*A man emerges from a saloon with a defense bench next to it, he sits down.*
???: Looks like y'all are my competition.......
Abbots: Si........ WHO ARE YOU?
???: Some call me Lone Star...... some call me The lone gunman..... but I am lone now matter what.
Abbots: I see....... so where is the judge?
*A judge emerges from a mine shaft on top of a mountain behind the town. Abbots has to squint to see him.*
Abbots: THATS the judge? Mi amigo, I don't know about this.....
*Pepito barges in*
Pepito: YOU CAN DO IT SENOR!
Lone: No, tie him to the water tower.
*The sheriff hogties Pepito then ties him to the water tower.*
Abbots: AYE CARUMBA, I'LL SAVE YOU LITTLE AMIGO!
Lone: I doubt it.
Billy the Judge: Lets get the trial of Enchilado Abbots going.
Lone: I say we need a gundown to solve this. I win, Enchilado goes free..... you win he goes to jail.
Abbots: I'll throw the match then!
Lone: I think not, if I win MY little amigo, Bandito will shoot PEPITO!
Abbots: Aye carumba....... If I win?
Lone: Pepito goes free, but Enchilado goes to jail. Possibly death row.
Abbots: *gulp*
Author: Golem
Billy the Judge: Alright! The match starts... now!
~Abbots and Lone face off, neither making a move.~
Pepito: Boss! Joo can do this! You can't let Enchilado get away!
Abbots: ~keeping his eye on Lone~ But Pepito, he is mi hermano!!
Pepito: Listen to this!
~Pepito, despite being tied up, manages to grab a tape recorder and drop it through the ropes. The sheriff walks over, picks it up, and plays it. Everyone's attention is on the sheriff now. The tape is silent.
Lone falls back as a bullet gets lodged in his good shooting arm.~
Abbots: ~putting down gun~ I win!
Lone: But... the evidence!
Abbots: I had all the evidence I needed. Mi hermano is scum for using me to protect his own ambition to kill the mayor.
Enchilado: Que?!
Abbots: Joo heard me. Joo shot the mayor and expected me to defend you. Well, I don't defend criminals OR people who try to use me. I don't approve of the method I used to become a prosecutor, but if it means locking up a criminal and a traitor to family like joo, then I'll do it.
Author: Wariofan
Enchilado: Maybe it is YOU who is the traitor?
Abbots: *kneels down, glares at Enchilado, a single tear sheds* No. *Abbots stands up, turns around and boldy says* Arrest Him.
Author: Golem
THE END
~Later~
Abbots: Thanks for adding to my brotherly love distraction. What was on the tape, anyway?
Pepito: I think it was Enchilado snoring.
Case 2: Corruption
Written by Retro Belmont
Post 1
"My name is Wayne Shoeleft, Attorney at Law. For about two years now I've been defending the innocent as your typical mild mannered defense attorney.
Oh, did you catch that? That was sarcasm. My job is anything but that of a typical defense attorney. In fact, I seem to have created a name for myself by doing quite the opposite of what most lawyers do. Instead of the traditional "present evidence" tactic, I just beat the living crap out of the prosecution in order to get a "Not Guilty" verdict. Call it what you will, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to stop. It's as if God wants me to keep using "The Loophole"..."
[December 20th - 1:30 AM - Wayne Shoeleft's House]
Wayne: (*YAWN* I can't believe it, Insomnia again!? I really have to stop putting caffeine into my system this late at night...Oh hey, it's really starting to snow now.)
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Wayne: Huh!? (Is someone knocking at my door?)
(Wayne quickly rushes downstairs and looks out his front door's peephole, but can't see anything. He leans his head towards the door in hopes of hearing any other voices. After all, it might be a bunch of robbers.)
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
(Whoever was at the door was knocking so hard that it forced Wayne to hold his ear in pain, he finally mustered up enough courage to open the door. Standing in his dim lighted doorway was a man in a shaggy gray dress suit. He had a 5 o'clock shadow and and a loose blue tie, which was stained with what appears to be coffee.)
Wayne: H-Hello?
(The man reaches into his coat and pulls out a 45m pistol and aims it right between Wayne's eyes. Wayne froze up and backed away, but the man walked in after him, still holding the gun.)
Man: You are Wayne Shoeleft, the Lawyer?
Wayne: Y-Yeah, I am...who are you?
(The man scratched his chin for a second with his free hand and asked another question instead.)
Man: Got any coffee?
Wayne: (Coffee? Is this guy gonna rob me or what!?) Y-yeah, come into the kitchen.
Man: DON'T move a muscle until I tell you to, understand? You weren't going to try and call the cops now were you?
Wayne: C-Cops? As in the T.V. show? No, never saw it, heh heh...(Nice, Shoeleft.)
Man: "Call the T.V. show"? Geez, do I make you THAT nervous?
Wayne: (Should I be honest with this guy? Strike that, ANY man with a gun?) Uh, yes?
Man: Hmm, yeah I suppose that makes sense.
Wayne: (Yes, I suppose it DOES.) So, want me to get the coffee or what?
(The man quickly sidestepped over to the side window, not facing his back towards Wayne and looked out the window.)
Man: Yeah! Two cream, three sugars please.
Wayne: (What's with the politeness all of a sudden?)
(Wayne brewed up some coffee and poured some for him too, after all, it didn't look like he was going to sleep tonight anyways. The man already took a seat, still pointing his gun at Wayne. He then sat down across from him and passed him his coffee. A couple of minutes passed before the man spoke again.)
Man: I hear you're the best defense lawyer in the area.
Wayne: (This is weird, if he just wanted to rob me, why bother asking for my name?) Why, you want me for a case?
Man: Eh, not really, just making small talk.
Wayne: ...
Man: Oh come on, you didn't find that just a LITTLE funny?
Wayne: Who are you?
(The man put his gun back into his coat and took a quick sip of coffee.)
Man: My name...is Bruce.
Wayne: Bruce!? (Can it be...?)
Bruce: Yes, Bruce...Shoeleft.
Wayne: WHAT!? Y-you mean my brother, Bruce!?
Bruce: That's right.
Wayne: (He dissapeared almost 10 years ago. Come to think of it, it was this day, the 20th, that he dissapeared.) I remember now, you suddenly vanished without a trace, mom and dad were devastated...
Bruce: *Sigh* I think you're giving them too much credit.
Wayne: Where have you been all this time!?
(Bruce scratched the back of his head for a moment and looked back at Wayne.)
Bruce: Oh you know, AROUND.
Wayne: ...
Bruce: But anyways, I know you're thinking it, so just come out and ask why.
Wayne: Alright then, so then just WHY DID YOU PULL A GUN OUT ON ME!?
Bruce: Haha, there you go! Well for one thing, I wanted to make sure it was you without a ruckus. For a second there, I thought I messed up the directions to your house using the ones that I got from Map Quest.
Wayne: ...
Bruce: Also I didn't think you would believe me if I said I was your brother, but I guess you really were that Gullible! Har har!
Wayne: ... (No, I just didn't want to argue with a man who had a loaded gun in his possession. But still, I can tell it's him, just by his personality. It may have been 10 years, but I can't forget someone like my brother.)
Wayne: So anyway-
Bruce: Wait, there's another reason.
Wayne: Huh? (Another reason?)
Bruce: The Police are after me.
Wayne: THE PO-LEECE!? (That means Dad is...)
Bruce: Our father, Edgar Shoeleft, is personally leading the investigation.
Wayne: URK! (But why would he...?)
Bruce: And no, I don't know why he would.
Wayne: (Why am I getting the impression he's hiding something!?)
Wayne: So, you came here to hide then?
Bruce: Bingo.
Wayne: Bruce, I know you're smarter than this. Dad is bound to check this place sooner if not later.
Bruce: Don't worry, I'd have to be good at hiding if I've evaded the Police this long! Haha!
Wayne: This long!? (Just how long has he been running away?)
Bruce: So anyways Wayne, got any clean clothes for a filthy hobo to change into?
Wayne: Yeah, check my upstairs closet. I'm pretty sure we're the same size, we always were.
Bruce: Hah, so true!
(Bruce runs upstairs and spots Wayne's room, then quickly runs back to the bathroom with a handful of clothes in his hand. Wayne can hear the shower turn on, so he finally decides to relax on his couch. It wasn't long at all until he fell asleep.)
Post 2
[December 20th - 7:14 AM - Wayne Shoeleft's House.]
(Wayne wakes up to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, so he gets up and walks into the kitchen and takes a seat in the same chair that he sat in last night. Bruce was sitting across from him, his face covered in this newspaper, scanning all the articles. His COMPLETE BREAKFAST sat there untouched next to him.)
Wayne: Morning.
(Bruce didn't put the paper down, but still answered.)
Bruce: You have work today? You should eat something.
Wayne: Yeah, later maybe. What about you, doing something today?
Bruce: I can't do much besides sit here and hope Dad doesn't burst through that door before I'm finished reading. Which reminds me, he hasn't called you in a while has he?
Wayne: No, he hasn't actually. (I haven't even spoken to him since his trial.)
Bruce: I read about the time you defended him, you really beat down that Chad Bootright character, heh.
Wayne: Well, I can't take all the credit, Dr. Walr-
Bruce: Tell me in your honest opinion Wayne, did you think Dad was Guilty or not?
Wayne: Well, I didn't think he murdered that...guy.
Bruce: Reginald Vines.
Wayne: Right, that guy.
(Wayne helped himself to some breakfast while Bruce read on. About 20 minutes passed when Wayne finally finished eating and Bruce spoke out again.)
Bruce: It's getting late, you better get to work.
Wayne: Yeah, I suppose so. If I come home and see the place surrounded in cops, that's a sign you're in trouble right?
Bruce: Nothing gets past you, eh Wayne?
Wayne: ...Right, I'll see you later.
[December 20th - 8:28 AM - Shoeleft and Co. Law Offices]
Wayne: (I'm actually on time for work today, that's a first.)
(Wayne walks right past his secretary and into his office, then slams the door, giving her a hint that he should not be disturbed (again) today. After shoving all of his paperwork out of the window and onto a group of Nuns in the street below, Wayne gets comfortable in his seat and tries to fall asleep, but barely shuts his eyes when the door flies open. An older looking man with a mustache, a combed back haircut and glasses barged in. He was holding a briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in another. He walked up to Wayne and put his belongings on the floor, then extended his hand for Wayne to shake.)
Dresch: Kelvin Dresch, pleased to meet you.
Wayne: (Shaking hand) Um, Wayne Shoeleft, attorney at law. I assume you have a reason for seeing me today without first setting up an appointment?
Dresch: (Pressing his glasses to his head) Of course my good sir, I heard you were one of the best defense attorneys around.
Wayne: Right...(Should I really be THIS well known?) So, you have a proposition for a case?
Dresch: Indeed I do my good sir! I've been suspected of murder you see.
Wayne: I...see. And the victim?
Dresch: A man named Virgil McCoy, my friend who was on the Police Force. I was the last to see him before he was murdered, and pieces of his clothing were found at my house with his blood on them! But Mr. Shoeleft, you've got to believe me, I'm no killer, I take precautions so that I don't kill people!
Wayne: HMM, NO PSYCHE LOCKS, OK YOU CHECK OUT. Anyways, do you have any idea as to why pieces of McCoy's clothing were found at your house?
Dresch: (Starts shaking Wayne) It's all part of a sinister plot to bring my reputation crashing to the ground! Someone's framed me for murder, but I don't have any enemies, it doesn't make sense!
Wayne: (Brushing himself off) Well, I suppose you better tell me everything (And I mean EVERYTHING) in detail before we get started, alright?
Dresch: Ok, ok. Well, what happened was:
(It was late at night on December 16th, I walked Virgil home after we hit the bar. There was really nothing out of the ordinary on our walk home, he barely even talked. When we got to his house, I opened the door for him and he went inside, that's it.)
Wayne: That's...it? How did he die? What was he killed with? When was he found?
Dresch: Hmmm. The Police confirmed that he was killed by strangulation, and the marks on his throat seemed to match my hands. As for when he was found, I think his maid or whatever found him dead on his couch the next morning when she came in.
Wayne: When did you hear about it?
Dresch: When I was arrested, good sir.
Wayne: Well then, what about fingerprints?
Dresch: Absolutely none, except for on his doorknob, which I used to open his...well, door.
Wayne: Don't worry, I'll find some way to prove you're innocent!
Dresch: Hey, are you going to use your fisticuff axiom?
Wayne: ...What!?
Dresch: You know...that thing you always do, when you beat people up for Justice!
Wayne: (Oh...the Loophole.) If it must be, then fight I will!
Dresch: See you in court then, Mr. Shoeleft.
Post 3
[December 21st - 9:00 AM - Courthouse - Courtroom No. 1]
Bailiff: Stand all ye worthy of the law! The honorable Judge Egduj presiding!
Judge: Haha, so I am. Welcome patrons, I am that Judge. Indeed, so in this case we have some people, doing some things. Did they really do it? Who can say? YOU be the Judge! Mr. Wayne Shoeleft, are you ready to do that thing you do best?
Wayne: Of course I am! But I still won't.
(There is a collective gasp from the crowd.)
Chad Bootright: What Mr. Shoeleft means is this: He's always ready to embarrass himself by fighting, but he knows he won't be able to win against the likes of me!
Judge: Is this true, Mr. Shoeleft?
Wayne: In all honesty, I didn't even notice Mr. Bootright was here until just this very second, go figure.
Chad: ...*Mumble*...
Judge: Prosecution, opening statements?
Chad: Dresch is Guilty, Wayne is an idiot, The End.
Judge: And the Defense?
Wayne: Dresch is NOT Guilty, and I'll prove it using EVIDENCE!
(Another collective gasp comes from the crowd.)
Judge: Well then, your first witness, Mr. Bootright?
Chad: I call Kelvin Dresch to the stand, so we can get this all figured out right here and now!
(Kelvin Dresch approaches the bench.)
Chad: Name and Occupation, witness.
Dresch: First of all I am not a witness, I never saw the crime. Second of all-
Chad: NAME AND OCCUPATION!
Dresch: Kelvin Dresch, I'm a manager at Jape Industries.
Wayne: (What is Jape Industries?) *Press Further*
Wayne: Who or what in God's name is a JAPE!?
Dresch: I dunno, lol.
Chad: Please Wayne, you're becoming more like Phoenix Wright with each passing day.
Wayne: I. erm. OBJECTION!
Judge: On what grounds?
Wayne: On the grounds that he's hacking this trial!
Judge: Overruled, Mr. Shoeleft.
Wayne: (Dang, I almost had him there.)
Chad: We have solid evidence that you were at Mr. McCoy's house on the night of December 16th, what do you have to say to that?
Dresch: Well, I was.
(Another collective gasp comes from the crowd.)
Wayne: OBJECTION! Of course he was at his house, he walked Mr. McCoy home!
Chad: Yes, and with the intention to kill!
Wayne: You cannot simply walk with an intention to kill! I don't even know what that means! Mr. Bootright, you're forgetting that Mr. Dresch doesn't even have a clear motive to want Mr. McCoy dead! They were good friends, (Close up on face) WOULD YOU WANT YOUR BEST FRIEND DEAD FOR NOTHING?
Judge: Order, Order! Mr. Bootright, the defense does have a point, what motive could Mr. Dresch possibly have for killing the Victim?
Chad: I just so happen to have proof, your honor. This is Mr. Dresch's cell phone, on it is a phone call recorded automatically by the phone itself. It is a call between the victim and Mr. Dresch:
McCoy: Howdy, Kelvin, how's life?
Dresch: Hey Virgil, did I ever tell you that I want to kill you?
McCoy: Beg pardon?
Dresch: Yeah, it's all about the thing that happened before.
McCoy: I don't follow.
Dresch: Don't act like you don't know, it was all because of that accident. Anyways, take care.
*Beep*
Dresch: Are you kidding me, that wasn't even my voice! It wasn't even Virgil's voice for that matter!
Wayne: Chad...you aren't forging evidence again are you?
Chad: Ok, so what if I just did that this morning when I swiped Kelvin's phone? SO WHAT I ASK YOU!? I still have more incriminating evidence up my awesome sleeves!
Chad: Pieces of Mr. McCoy's clothes were found at Mr. Dresch's house the day after the murder! How do you explain that, Shoeleft!?
Wayne: I have one thought and one thought alone, have you done fingerprint checks on those clothes yet?
Chad: Yes, of course. They all turned up (Looks at report)...INCONCLUSIVE?
Dresch: Geez, does any evidence against me actually hold any water?
Chad: What about the strangle marks found on the victim?
Wayne: Again, no fingerprints! It could have easily been done by someone else with the same sized hands!
Chad: OBJECTION, and if he wore gloves?
Wayne: OBJECT...Wait, then that would make sense then, I guess.
Dresch: It's true, I do own a pair of gloves, being in business and all.
Wayne: (Is he TRYING to get convicted!?)
Wayne: Mr. Dresch, please tell us exactly what happened that night, if you will.
Dresch: Alright...but it won't do any good:
Flashback:
(I walked Virgil home after we had a couple of drinks in the bar, we walked home after that, which didn't take very long. The whole time home, Virgil barely spoke,
so I didn't speak to him either. When we got to his house I opened the door for him and see that he went inside, I didn't go in there too, since he didn't invite me in. But anyway, that's why my fingerprints were on the doorknob and nothing else.)
Wayne: Hmm, did you have a pair of keys to Virgil's house?
Dresch: What? No.
Chad: ...Then how did you get it? Borrow his keys?
Dresch: Nope...I just turned the knob and opened the door, something wrong with that?
Wayne: Yes! It means the DOOR WAS UNLOCKED!
Judge: Order, Order! Well, what does this mean?
Wayne: Since this is going the way of Phoenix Wright I'll play along and describe the blatantly obvious...
McCoy's house was unlocked, so that means that the real killer must have already been inside, waiting for him to come home! Then, when McCoy passed out on the couch, the killer snuck up and strangled him to death.
Chad: OK, but before I accept that possibility, who do you think it was that killed Mr. McCoy?
Wayne: Hell if I know, but it wasn't Kelvin, that's for sure.
Judge: Well then! It seems that we've established the fact that there's no way that Kelvin Dresch could have committed this crime, but on the other hand, we still don't know who could have done it.
Wayne: Is it enough to pass a verdict?
Judge: I would assume so, yes.
Wayne: Score!
Chad: Not so fast your, Honor!
Wayne: Don't tell me...
Chad: I'm invoking the Loophole! For all that is Chad and Bootright in this world, I will defeat Wayne Shoeleft in court!
Wayne: Chad, when can you just accept defeat already?
Chad: Never!
Judge: Oh come on guys, I've already wasted enough time here, so I'll suspend this trial until tomorrow, then you two can duke it out.
Chad: WHAT!? But I can only rent these official Hulk gloves for a day!
Judge: That's your problem, now isn't it? Anyway, COURT IS ADJOURNED!
Post 4
[December 21st - 6:20 PM - Wayne Shoeleft's House]
Wayne: Bruce, I'm home!
(Dead silence.)
Wayne: Bruce, it's Wayne, where are you!?
(More dead silence.)
Wayne: Bruce, come on, I...
(Wayne is struck over the head with a bat, and blacks out. A man, now coming out of the shadows, picks him up and heads outside.)
[December ?? - ?? - ???]
(Wayne awakens in a dark room, bound and gagged. His head is throbbing from the concussion he had just suffered. There were no windows in this room, no clocks, nothing but him under a dim light. A door in the distance opened, two figures walked over to where Wayne was and stood over him.)
Man #1: You certainly have your work cut out for you.
Man #2: It doesn't exactly come with the job, but I have a knack for it, heh.
(The first man crouched down and removed Wayne's gag and slapped him a few times to make sure he was fully awake.)
Man #1: I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you better answer them all correctly if you want to leave here alive. Got it?
(Wayne couldn't make out either one of the two, their faces were covered and they also wore a set of voice changers, to make their voices deep.)
Wayne: ....Ugh...where am I?
Man #1: Question 1, where is your brother, Bruce Shoeleft?
Wayne: Bruce...I don't know, he wasn't home.
Man #2: It's true, he wasn't there when I came in.
Man #1: Damn it all, he must have known we were coming.
Wayne: Who are you?
Man #1: Question 2, how much do you know about Chief Prosecutor Omega Glint?
Wayne: He was the...Chief Prosecutor? He tried to amend the Might is Right clause into the Constitution...but I stopped him.
Man #1: Looks like the Dignitary was right after all. Alright, Question 3, What has Bruce told you so far?
Wayne: ...He...only told me that he was in trouble with he Police, that's all.
Man #1: What a relief, so I don't have to kill you too. At least, not yet.
Man #2: It's imperative that Kelvin Dresch is found Guilty tomorrow.
Wayne: What? Why!?
Man #2: You are going to throw the Loophole fight tomorrow, or we'll be back to kill you afterwards. We have ways to make you dissapear quite easily, without a trace even.
Wayne: Kelvin isn't Guilty, why would it matter if he was!?
Man #2: We'll be the ones to worry about that, you just concentrate on losing the trial tomorrow.
Man #1: The less you know, the better.
Man #2: Sweet dreams, Mr. Shoeleft.
(The man crouches down and gives Wayne a sleeping pill, causing him to black out.)
[December 22nd - 8:23 AM - Wayne Shoeleft's House]
Wayne: ...*GASP* ...HUH!?
(Wayne awoke on his couch, his head still hurting.)
Wayne: What in the world happened last night? The trial...should I really lose on purpose? Why would those guys care so much is Kelvin Dresch was found Guilty? Well in any case, If I win, I'm going to die! Maybe I'll get lucky and Chad will get hit by a car or something.
[December 22nd - 8:58 AM - Courthouse - Courtroom No. 2]
Judge: Well, I hope you boys had some time to get ready for today's trial.
Wayne: You could...say that.
Chad: Your honor, I did nothing but train since yesterday's trial. I broke boulders, I drank eggs, I even carved a sculpture of Wayne's face into a tree.
Judge: Wow, Mr. Bootright...that's-
Chad: Then I obliterated it with one single punch.
Wayne: ...(That's what I call fists of fury.)
Judge: Does this mean you're ready to begin your Loophole battle, Mr. Bootright?
Chad: It's funny Judge, I was all prepped for my match, but I have since changed my mind about today.
Wayne: WHAAAAT!?
Chad: Instead, I'd like to present some brand new evidence. Evidence which proves Mr. Dresch's guilt beyond a shadow of a doubt!
Wayne: N-No way!
Chad: If you will, please look at this picture.
Wayne: Uh...Chad?
Chad: What is it Wayne, are you realizing that you now have no chance of beating me in a battle of wits?
Wayne: No, I just want to point out that your "picture" isn't really a picture. It's a crude drawing of a stick figure stabbing another, which is weird because the victim was strangled to death.
Chad: ARE YOU KIDDING, THOSE ART CLASSES DIDN'T PAY OFF AT ALL?
Wayne: I'm assuming the one on the floor covered in blood is Virgil McCoy....!!! (Wait a second here...McCOY! Suddenly all of those obvious signs make sense! This wasn't the first time I've seen that name in court!)
Chad: Ok I'll admit, I rushed! I didn't have much time to draw while driving to the Courthouse, you know.
Wayne: Your honor, what are your thoughts on this trial?
Judge: It's a joke.
Wayne: No no, I mean, doesn't anything seem familiar at all?
Judge: I don't follow.
Wayne: Didn't you read anything about the other trial involving Virgil McCoy?
Judge: I...erm...OH!
Wayne: (Looks like he finally remembered...)
Judge: No, nothing.
Wayne: (...So much for that) Well, Virgil McCoy was a witness in the trial involving my father, Edgar Shoeleft.
Chad: What? You don't think that is connected to this trial in any way, do you?
Wayne: Call it a hunch, but maybe the killer of this trial would be associated with the last one?
Chad: Who exactly do you think is the killer then?
Wayne: It would either have to be my father or...
Judge: Or?
Wayne: Or...Lieutenant Shakes, the person who I believe framed my father for the murder of Reginald Vines.
Chad: But why would he want McCoy dead?
Wayne: That...I don't know. But so far it seems like the most logical answer.
Judge: Well all of this new information is pretty interesting, wouldn't you say, Mr. Bootright?
Chad: Meh.
Judge: Do you still want to continue with your Loophole Match?
Chad: Perhaps another day of investigation couldn't hurt.
Wayne: (Those guys said that they'd hunt me down and kill me if I won this case, but I wonder if I just found my own little loophole in their instructions?)
Wayne: So, another day then?
Judge: Yes, but just ONE. There can only be three trials before a verdict is passed on the defendant. Remember that, Mr. Shoeleft.
Wayne: I understand, your honor.
Judge: COURT IS ADJOURNED!