Thank you, your honor. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I want to thank y'all in advance for the patience you have shown throughout the course of this trial, and for going above and beyond the call of duty with respect to tolerating the presence of, and even occasionally feeding my three pugs. Though I don't normally bring Connery, Moore and Brosnan to work with me, my wife's sudden decision to permanently visit her sister in Portland has left me in a bit of a bind. I thought I had arranged for the presence of a dogsitter, but it turns out that reliability and integrity are four letter words to some people. So here they are. Incidentally, please don't feed them nuts. Too many nuts is how...is how I lost Dalton. But I digress. I will now pause dramatically. Jesus Fish! We are all familiar with that phrase, and with the car ornament that those two words refer to. Metal or wire-rimmed silhouette of a fish, affixed to the rear of an automobile. Sometimes with the word "Jesus" in it, and sometimes not. Either way, we call this particular bumper-lump a Jesus Fish. If it pleases the court, I'd like to make it clear that "bumper-lump" is a term of my own creation, much like browdruff. Ah yes, I can see the nods of recognition from some of the other dry-browed gentlemen in the courtroom. Y'all can use that word if you want to! Browdruff! "Honey, these croissants have the most unusual powdered-sugar on them. Mmmm! Huh? What do you mean there's no powdered sugar on these here croissants? Oh no! I'm eatin' my own flaked-off face skin again! Specifically, the skin beneath my own eyebrows hence the word I've made up!" Okay I do believe I've digressed again.
TO BE CONTINUED!

