'And you're not going to ' unish' me this time around?' Manta shot back. 'If you want to blow off some steam, you could get rid of the protestors blocking our way,' Strop suggested, perhaps a little improperly. His lengthy pout was interrupted by a zealous protestor taking a swing at Strop with a large 'MODS SUK' sign. That punishment for trashing the tavern last week, remember?' 'Look, just consider that part of your punishment. Strop began to make a >:O face, when he realised this was pretty par-for-the-course for Manta, so he stopped. Because of this stupid court appearance thingy.' 'Today's episode is Wet T-Shirt Car Wash on Candid Camera. 'Well, it's just that I'm missing out on The Sorority Show.' 'What gives anyway? What's so bad about today?' 'If I had a choice in the matter Manta, the time I'd prefer to do this would be 'never',' Strop grumped.

'Strop, did it have to be TODAY?' Manta whined, tugging at the collar of his suit.

That was if the fishman was even willing to do so now, and given the sulky look he sported, Strop had his doubts. Yet Strop hoped that the fishman Manta would be able to turn the tides in this debacle with a replica of his statement, this time not as one laughing at Strop's misfortune, but to help him rectify it. Who was it that he had forced to wear a suit for so many months again.? But there was no time to think about such things, he had his own problems right now.įlanking Strop was an unlikely companion, last seen in the throes of drunken defeat. That said, Strop was painfully aware of just how tight and restrictive the tie was, and felt a familiar tingling on the back of his neck. Today he wasn't the Strop the ninja horse, but rather, Strop the defendant, his ninja suit adorned with the finest tie and jacket in his wardrobe, in tune with the delusion that any presumed criminal could improve their chances with the jury if they looked presentable. Through the midst of all this, Strop wove a meandering path. The occasion? A corrupt mod was being brought to justice!

The chaos, the noise filled the heavy brick confines of the ArmorGames court complexes to bursting. Endless waves upon waves of people, yelling and waving placards and pushing and jostling each and every way. It was as appeared on TV and in the movies.

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