Judge

"Sir I-"

"Ma'am"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Offend? You who can barely make out a sex, yet you stand before us to attest."

"Ehem...Ma'am, I was there that night and I can assure you I didn't see him in the room."

"Seeing seems to be a problem with you. Where were you exactly that night?"

"I was at the Remington Lodge, I had decided to join a few of my friends-"

"Rilington Lodge, you mean?"

"Yes...right, Rilington. As I was saying, I -"

"You're honor, can we please dismiss the defense and move to a more reliable source?"

"Wait, can I please finish my story? I have good memory of the night and I-"

"What can be said of your memory thus far? You who, growing up in this part of town, should know one of the most well known establishments of the city?"

"I misspoke, Rilington was the correct place, my nerves have gotten the better of me-"

"And why would nerves change a story? Hm? It seems to me, and the jury can agree, that your words and body language tell a different story under the light you stand under. When a judge is necessary, we must all judge the ones who stand the platform...no more questions."