Judge: ...and for collaborating with Terravoss to bring yet another stupid SC repeal to vote, the parolee is sentenced to sixteen years of teaching Kennyite students to read. Take her away.
Parolee: But Your Honor! They're Kennyites! You can't teach them anything! I'll be teaching the same bunch of no-good deadbeats the same chapter of See Spot Run
for the entire 16 years! Oh please, Your Honor; show me some mercy and let me work it off in the acid mines instead!
Judge: I have made my ruling, Congresswoman Jackson. You're lucky I didn't send you back to the Eternal Kawaii. Now bring in the next parole violator.
[A young Xt'Tap gentleman is dragged into the courtroom.]
Judge: Now, Mr. Batko-Yovino, the terms of your parole clearly state you are not to have access to a weapon of any kind, and since the Death Star is most definitely a weapon, you are now at my mercy. Do you have anything to say in your defense?
Susa: Actually, I do, You Honor.
[He opens his trenchcoat to reveal his trusty suicide vest.]
Susa: I am a servant of the Almighty God, that you all may know his Infinite Justice!
[The observers in the gallery shriek in terror as they race for the exits.]
Judge: Really, Bailiff, aren't you supposed to search these people before bringing them into my courtroom?
Bailiff: But Your Honor, the suicide bomb is such a predictable plot-turn; who'd think he'd actually try it again?
Judge: Well, are you going to do something about this, or just stand there?!
[The bailiff pulls out his sidearm and fires.]
Susa: AAUUGH!!!! My detonating thumb!!
[He falls to the floor in agony.]
Judge: Let that be a lesson for you. I sentence you to ten more years as ambassador to the World Assembly. Take him away.
Susa: Nooooooooo!!!Riley and Jimmy giggled through mouthfuls of popcorn as they watched the drama unfold on TV.
"Oh man," Riley said as he reached for his Arrogant Bastard Ale, "
World's Dumbest Kennyites is the best show on television!"
"Much better than
World Assembly," Jimmy murmured in agreement.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
The two whirled around in their lounge chairs to see that Captain Chiang had entered the green room.
"Really, Jack, you're the second-in-command of our country. Isn't there something more productive you could be doing?"
"Actually, Captain, that makes the vice president, so...no, not really."
"And what dramatic developments from the Security Council's 1800th debate about our nation are we missing now?" Jimmy asked sarcastically.
"Nothing...if you don't count
national-security breaches as dramatic or important," Chiang answered.
"
What national security breaches?"
"Only the
top-secret DolpHarm and D.R.E.A.D.N.O.U.G.H.T. programs...you know, the dolphin-killing junkets? As far as the public knows, there's no real way to prove we have had any
direct involvement in the harming of dolphins...yet it appears the nations of Losthaven and Aetur know all about them! I wanna know who blabbed, and I wanna know
now!" she said angrily as she produced a stack of sharpened reeds.
Riley and Jimmy recoiled at the sight of the captain's favorite torture implement. "Well now, maybe we shouldn't get violent just yet," Riley said nervously. "Besides, usually it's the
New York Times that reports this stuff. You can go after them all you want, but they'll never reveal their sources."
"Goddamn freedom of the press," Chiang groused dangerously as she tightened her grip on the reeds. "Why don't regular people realize how much it gets in the way when you have have to make people
sing!" She made a menacing upward-jabbing motion.
"Besides," argued Jimmy, "the corporate sponsors seem to love the negative attention our country receives from all these Security Council votes -- it seems to underline the message of our national tourism campaign." He pointed to a tourism poster on the wall, depicting a innocent family of foreigners fleeing in terror from rioters, Xt'Tap militants and exploding penguins.
Omigodtheykilledkenny: Such a thrill ride, you may never make it out alive! declared the accompanying slogan.
"So you know what you have to do..." hinted Riley.
"Fine," Chiang relented. "But if we're going down, we're not going down alone!"
Moments later, Chiang was on the floor of the Security Council.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced. "A lot has been said in the course of this debate about our country's alleged mistreatment of dolphins, and I'm here to assure you that these charges are all...indisputably true. But why the hell is the Security Council paying so much damned attention to us when the real criminals out there are getting away with murder?! Glen-Rhodes, for instance. They profit shamelessly off the sales of organs from the many fetuses they slaughter year after year! After all, their ambassador repeatedly contends, they're just clumps of cells; where's the harm? And Unibot. They are responsible for a host of corporate crimes and instances of environmental sabotage -- including the
acidification of our national waters! And let's not forget Artichokeville, and their illegal detention of our ambassador, and their terrorizing of our citizens with billions of harassing letters about some stupid missing cat! And The Eternal Kawaii...who can forget their robbing us of our nuclear secrets and summoning the apocalypse over their own homeland?!
"Given the magnitude and the disturbing nature of these actual crimes committed by WA members -- none of which, incidentally, have ever been condemned by this Council -- who gives a fuck about bullying a few dolphins, huh?
"Who. the fuck.
cares?!"