He looked up at the jury with accusing, weary eyes and said:
"The facts show us that Mr Bronson is no more a rapist than all of you judging him today."
The court fell silent, in confusion unison.
"For you see, his crimes are statistically negligible. His rape accounts for less than 00.00000000000048% of rape worldwide, and he is responsible for even less of the actual total number of rape victims. Statistically, he is no more a rapist than you or i. Sure, you could send him to jail for his crimes, BUT ASK YOURSELVES! Who is next?? Will your own mothers be on trial tomorrow?"
“If Yonkers is “The Truth”, as is all the rage of phrasing with the kids these days, Guillotine is Martin Luther’s Theses nailed to the church door, refusing to accept anything but their own conscience.”—Internet writing - where pretentious meets trendy
The weary ex cop sat down on his latrine and looked importantly into the ground. He was tired of his interesting past and possible misdeeds. The train had begun moving and the trainsfolk were excitedly using the fully functional latrines that served as a main attraction to the new train. The town had wanted to boost their local economy for financial years. As the train approached its maximum speed, there was a problem related to the design of the train that the ex cop would have to save the trainspeople from or go out in a blaze of glory trying.