Chapter 77
The judge opened the session by reciting a paragraph of ceremonial nonsense in a voice so monotone it bordered on being crowned the world's most boring performance art piece. I couldn't even pretend to follow it. Something about the "Divine Council of Ministerial Clarity" and the "Sacred Protocol of Administrative Balance."
It was like listening to someone recite a tax form at gunpoint.
The whole thing went on for a solid 20 minutes. Finn and Vorrak even started snoring at some point.
By the time the judge reached, "May all sub-clause violations be weighed down with spiritual gravity and guilt," I was already exhausted and had half a mind to make a run for it.
"And now," he intoned, "before the defendants may utter a single syllable, they must recite the Oath of Mild Participation."
A clerk handed us each a palm-sized sheet with the words:
