The Revenge of Ox Nuts
Predator Press
[LOBO]
“Ox Nuts,” reads the Judge. “We hereby find you Guilty of riding a horse at 21 miles per hour in a school zone. How do you plead?”
The thick chains tinkled as Ox Nuts stroked his mighty chin mightily.
“Guilty Your Honor.”
The crowd gasped.
“Really?” asked the Judge, examining his records. “Holy crap, you're right! I am going to dismiss all charges, and give you $10,000 for all your pain and suffering.”
Snapping his chains, Ox Nuts suddenly impaled the Bailiff with a wooden pew.
"That's not enough!” he growled.
[LOBO]
“Ox Nuts,” reads the Judge. “We hereby find you Guilty of riding a horse at 21 miles per hour in a school zone. How do you plead?”
The thick chains tinkled as Ox Nuts stroked his mighty chin mightily.
“Guilty Your Honor.”
The crowd gasped.
“But,” Ox Nuts added, “The ZPD
are all pansy dickhead metermaids with guns."
“Really?” asked the Judge, examining his records. “Holy crap, you're right! I am going to dismiss all charges, and give you $10,000 for all your pain and suffering.”
Snapping his chains, Ox Nuts suddenly impaled the Bailiff with a wooden pew.
"That's not enough!” he growled.
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