"OBJECTION!" I yelled out, my voice echoing across the courtroom.
"The prosecutor is badgering the witness in his attempt to ferret out the truth about that rascally rabbit!"
When I was about to stop yelling I did not.
It was just too much fun to yell in court, especially at my mean old sister of a prosecutor.
So the police and the doctor came in and took me out for lunch...
which was really a punishment since the restaurant was a greasy spoon!
I ordered lobster à la mode with a side of honey.
Then I got sick.
And died choking on my own vomit.