The Judge poured over her notes again, let out a long sigh, and furrowed her brow. She checked them, rechecked them, rechecked them again, took a quick burrito break, and rechecked them a third time. You would think as an eternal being I would have seen everything. I mean, there’s literally no way I couldn’t have seen everything.
She sighed. Nothing for it I suppose.
She snapped her fingers and it appeared before her. It really was as strange as she thought it would look, but somehow it’s mismash of parts congealed into an intelligible whole. It could almost be called beautiful. You know, if you were into that sort of thing.
“Whe… where am I?”
“Oh dear you can speak! I wasn’t really expecting that. Not sure why but…”
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