God on Trial

"Is Justice ever served in this court?"

"Never before noon, sir. Its on The Lunch Menu of Justice."

"Seems redundant. Aren't they already eating their words?"

"Justice is served Middling Well. It's a cheeseburger."

"I was looking for something more Legal."

I stand again. "Fornication Under The Consent of King requires what?"

"Two to three witnesses, sir."

"Indeed. A couple/few as we say on The Royal Seas. Two, if you're lucky, eh? Sometimes one or less, but I digress. What king would a group have if they cannot do the deed?"

"None. Or a king made by force."

"Has one been crowned in the chamber yet?"

The Silence speaks. "It is not forgotten by us."

"So, with no king, a monarchy would be in a state of revolution or anarchy, depending on if they ever had a king."

The Silence steps in "We have, your honor. Regicide both prosecution and defendant, both time and crime. It was Balanced Scales on The Sin."

"That is the closest one comes to king here. While you restructure this garbage island, I will have lunch, seated in my witness chair, as we have experts in attendance, in the flesh, who know how much 'unclean' meat is in each burger. This too will weigh heavily in The Verdict. Who put me in charge? I do believe God did, and I will not be moved."

The Silence start to giggle memorably, in Unity, and then quite audibly. The veterans were already calculating bananas by the each to barter. They heard that their local Walmart was halving a sale.

"Who put you in charge, (claimant(')s(')first name)?"

I signed my bill, sometime later.

"The meal was satisfactory, the bathroom was clean, but the atmosphere was shit."

- The God of Nothing