Parsley says he's going to go to the supermarket and Trevor and Randy follow him. When they go inside they encounter a Mirphy.
"THERE YOU GUYS ARE. COME WITH ME TO MY OFFICE." she grabs Randy and Trevor with one hand and Parsley with the other.
Back in the office that is somehow more messier than before Mirphy sits down at her desk, "So APPARENTLY, the court case is tomorrow-" "WHAT" "Shut it Parsley, aaaand our judge is this 6 year old, so like, how about we agree that no matter what the judge decides you just pay the fine."
"WHAT??? NEVER!" Randy is absolutely flabbergasted at this idea.
"IT'S A SIX YEAR OLD, OBVIOUSLY A SIX YEAR OLD DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S RIGHT AND WRONG AS MUCH AS WE DO. SO IT ONLY MAKES SENSE THAT YOU JUST PAY THE FINE." Mirphy yells.
"Nah, I'd prefer it if we argued for a few hours, it makes court more fun!" Trevor adds in.
"YES. I AGREE WITH TREVOR." Randy nods his head.
"What? Who even is this kid?" It's like Mirphy just then noticed Trevor's existence.
"HE'S MY LAWYER." Randy confidently says.
"Yup! I eat roadkill!" Trevor says a bit too confidently.
"OH HEHEHEHHEHE!!!! Parsley, we gun' win dis case!" Mirphy sticks her hand out for a high five and Parsley haphazardly high fived her back.
"Trevor, I swear we need to win this case," Randy whispers to Trevor, "For my LIFE."
"Uh oh, for your life?? I think you're going to die, sorry." Trevor whispers back.
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Life Would be a Dream ~ A Story About Pickles
RandomOne day Randy decides he wants a pickle. Things happen and it's quite ridiculous.
