The blind judge sits high over her closed court-room, brown robes, stern expression.
"We report a minimum of twenty percent of all communications dropped," starts the Attorney, a T.I.T.A.N. pin on his lapel, dropping a manila folder full of white sheets on the plaintiff's table. He maintains the airs of prosecution, but takes his seat at the defendant's table.
"Outrageous!" yells the Plaintiff, face obscured by white bandages. "This is rubbish! Trash!"
The contents of the folder are held up defiantly at the judge, and torn to shreds. Officers of the court rush over to eject the unruly, the sounds of commotion in the empty audience.
"Remove that man from the court," commands the Blind Judge, gavel hammering.
"The Defence requests an aside!"