*throws
Ralph into a chair to sit him down* Start talking, punk.*back at Control HQ, in a questioning cell*
*throws
Ralph into a chair to sit him down* Start talking, punk.
Do you
guys at least have some vicodin or something?
What do
you think we are, drug dealers?
*reaches
into his pocket and throws Ralph a pill bottle*
*shocked*
Vegeta!? Where did you get that?
Come now.
What do you think Sensu Beans REALLY are?
They're
really vicodin?
They take
away a lot of pain and give you a high like you were back at full
power. It makes sense.
*takes a
couple of Vicodin* Thanks.
Now start
talking, else we'll shoot your other hand.
You
can't do that. I know my rights. I want my lawyer!
Lawyer?
What the hell kind of place do you think this is?
*opens
door* Stop talking to him.
And who
the devil are you?
I am Miss
O'Neil. I am Mr. El's lawyer.
Well
you'd better be good. We've got Ralph caught on film for the
murder of Michael Angelo
That
evidence won't hold up in court.
Well my
fists will.
Is that a
threat, Mr. Vegeta?
What do
you think, woman?
I doubt
that someone with a pea-sized brain as yourself would ever
threaten me. I could sue you for everything you got.
*reaches
into his pocket and throws a quarter and two dimes at her* Here,
you can have it. If I want something I know how to get it.
That's
enough, Vegeta.
I intend
to prove Mr. El's innocence and set him free of all charges of
murder in the first degree.
*enters the
room* Miss O'Neil, I've been listening to your crap outside this
room. Have you even seen the evidence?
Yes I
have. That could have been any cloaked figure.
We have
two eye-witnesses to the event and can identify him.
Or at
least shoot him. The Altos are pretty mad you know.
Well...
that changes everything. What if we get him to plead guilty. What
kind of sentance will it carry for a guilty charge?
You're
not even trying are you?
Shut up.
How about
my fist in his face?
Take the
deal!
Alright,
you've got a...
*interupts*
Murder 1, looking at 25 to life in prison, maybe even the death
penalty if Ojama is looking to re-issue that.
Even for a
guilty plea for the murder of a mobster? He did the world a
favor.
He did
steal the rich eggs.
Fine. How
about the charge of grand theft chicken in the first degree?
Carries 2-3 years.
No deal. We
will prosecute to the fullest extent of the law. We'll see you in
court. *leaves the room*
If she
plans to go all out, then so do I. He will walk by the end of
this.
*pulls out
his gun and aims it at Ralph's leg* I'd say limp maybe.
Stop it
Vegeta. We have too much evidence. Let's just wait it out.
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