This trial has gone on long enough.
Crispy, for your crimes against the Codex, I hereby sentence you to buy RK47 a lifetime supply of KFC.
"Silence! There will be no sentence. This is something different now."
The prosecutor seems possessed by some otherforumly spirit. Shit begins to spew from his ears.
"The charade has ended, Whisky of The Administration, newfag, you think yourself The Solution, but witness the Final Solution -- JUSTICE rains down on your decaying institution!"
Whisky is overcome by an impotent rage he can neither understand nor resist. He rages silently.
"How does it feel, excrementor scum? A bit like my brother, Cloaked Figure, banished for over a year! Or fare spacemoose PBUH, OUR VOICES WILL BE HEARD! I am the thief of the forum, the gnashing teeth in the shitbox! I am Helton and Helton, the monocle and shitposter, vanquisher of babyarm, and today you will hear my verdick! Blessed are the Watchwitzed, for they shall inherit the forum. Woe to the moderator. Woe to the admin! I see arising on the The Administration's island a new forum, made in RPGWatch's image! A forum with no phelot, and no Fez, and no Proverbial Saints. You read but do not infer, you think but do not consider! Look at the wretched discourse you now permit! Discussion of INCLINE and a NEW GOLDEN AGE! What is this popamole shit! I condemn you all to your own creation. In Babel they built a tower, on the Codex, YOU HAVE BUILT A TOWER AS WELL! A watchtower. Do they understand? Can they? YOU ARE ALL THE WATCHWITZ'D!"