The Case Of The Intimidated Jury

Mr. District Attorney, Champion of the People, Defender of Truth, Godied of our fundamental rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The Council Table and the Hot Stuffy Courtroom.

They've been impatiently awaiting the return of a jury who have spent many hours deliberating and verdict. But as Khan let this verdict has been reached. Spectators have filed into the room. The judge has returned to the bench.

Finally, a side door is opened and the jury returns. Silently, the end of the jury box. An air of tense excitement grips the court as the clerk calls upon the former of a jury to rise.

In droning tones, he asks, how say you? Do you find this defendant guilty or not guilty? the jury I am him not you oh chief did you hear that yes I heard it oh what a sort of and I understand it I a bunch of ten year old kids and no Stanley come into

that murder I thought we had everything we needed on this one not evidently there was a reasonable doubt of the lines of the jury a reasonable doubt oh look at Stanley grinning all over the place you should be you'll never be as lucky again Oh, look at. Hey. Hey, he's coming over here.

Oh, yes. I am Mr. D.A. Hello, Stylie. Is she gonna congratulate me? Oh, what? When in the duke. You still done that killing, Stanley? Hang out a jury, Colette. That's what they pay off on.

See you later, boys. Oh, brother. How could they let that punk off? I don't know. One thing is certain, though. What's that? Just merely postpones Mr. Stanley's engagement with the chair. How come? He's a professional killer and we continue to be one.