Budget cuts mean the court is cold, freezing cold, and only the Judge has a space heater next to him to keep warm. You were held 24-hours and released but You are now in court for the trial. You ate a bunch of cultspread the night before, thinking you may go to the big house where you will not be allowed such pleasures. Your belly is a toxic storm. You wilted some flowers in the lobby with a fart earlier.
You let a low bass rumble vibrate the bench. Your lawyer turns a yellow green complexion. The gas hits around the plugged in space heater. There is a spark in the heater that suddenly ignite the judge into a fire ball. The jury screams and scatter. The judge is badly burned over most of his body and in the hospital, intensive care burn unit. The trial has to be postponed for seven weeks!