Time, Space, and Cheap Legal Fees

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Dante covered his face and slinked out, McJohn was hugely surprised to find
himself on the floor so quickly.
Dante got outside, his first thought was to get back to Aurora before any
thing else happened, then every thing went black. He was suddenly in a
pitch-black room. A bright light shown straight in his eyes.
"We're the SCTP, you have committed a Time Offence."
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"Who, me?" asked McJohn, who was quite startled to find himself not only
emphatically *not* in the Dwarf's drive room, but to be sitting in handcuffs
next to Dante in a pitched black room.
"I think he means me," Dante replied, blinking at the strong light shining
straight into his eyes.
"Oh."
"You have committed a Class R Time Offence, how do you plead?" asked the
voice.
Before Dante could answer, McJohn interrupted again. "I'll handle this if
you don't mind," he said in a voice which, to Dante, had all the indications
of the confidence a man has when he is about to blithely do something
utterly stupid and futile. "I shall be representing the accused before the
court," McJohn continued.
"Says WHO?" yelped Dante.
"Quiet, will'ya, I took a law class by mail once."
"No you didn't!"
"Well I've seen almost every lawyer show on television ever broadcast."
"That doesn't make you're a lawyer!"
"Well, what's the smegging difference?"
"I'm doomed," Dante told himself.
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