The Cyborg Overlord Prosecutor pointed at the overhead projection screen beside the judge. "Exhibit 2 is the most damning of all. And I'll be electro shocked straight through my circuits if this doesn't just end the case here and now for the judge, jury and the executioner."

Mina stood at the defense stand, her eyes darting between Devillia and her devilish smirk, and the faceless but skull decaled helmet of the Dark Persecutor. What kind of dirt could they possibly have on her that wasn't garden dirt, broken lawn ornaments and rear end measurements?

"Hawkins," Cyrus Borg said. "I can tell you don't know the first thing about home invasion. Especially the homes of rich people?"

Mina scratched her head and tilted her head. "I don't?"

Cyrus vocalized a "hah" from his garbled voice. "I'd laugh if my crushed lungs could. You see, Mrs. Ebony has something her house called a 'Secreturity System' that's state of the art. Tiny cameras are secretly installed in all of her overpriced knick knacks in the kitchen, foyer, dining room, etc."

"Even in the bathroom?" Mina squeaked, trying to lighten the mood. "That would be awkward."

"Not as awkward as your pitiful attempt to weasel out of these breaking and entering charges, Hawkins."

The Dark Persecutor clicked a remote. "Now let's see exactly what her cameras caught on tape!"

The room dimmed as everyone got a premier viewing of 'Mission Possibly The Worst Home Invasion Ever,' according to Mina.

Yes, it was worse than she imagined. She got to see herself awkwardly tip toeing through the hallways like she had gotten tipsy off a Hard Lemonade tea.

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But that wasn't all. Trudy stopped off at the fridge and pulled out a crunchy pickle sandwich and ate it. ("What was there a camera in the milk carton?!" Mina gasped in horror.)

And perhaps the most horrifying thing anyone had ever seen, Winona stopped at an urn full of ashes, rolled her eyes back and snorted them while praising Satan. ("That was my mother," Devillia sobbed)

Mina's sweat drops became a river down her head as she realized that not only were they caught on camera, but her friends were the absolute worst criminals ever.

The audience all grumbled angrily at her too. This display was damning beyond reason and she had previously managed to skirt the law with pretty much all her defendants, but she could never wiggle out of this one.

"So you see," Cyrus said. "Hawkins and her friends are not just despicable, they're complete and utter deviants. And after their clown show downstairs, they went upstairs to traumatize a fragile man!"

"Hold it!" Mina screamed, panting like a dog that had just ran a mile. She has one last bullet of truth left in her gun.

"Aren't you going to show us the footage of us supposedly traumatizing Rave...I mean Ivor! You do have cameras in every room don't you?"

For once, Devillia answered instead of hiding behind her prosecution. "Why would I need to film me and my hubby. He is a proudly chaste man! He knows that there is nothing more important than doing a good job and has no need for bedroom activities."

Cyrus shook his head. "We didn't ask about your bedroom activities, Miss Ebony, but thank you for clarifying. There was no cameras in their bedroom. However, if you'd like, your honor, we could present Mr. Ebony's psychology record even if I'm afraid it stretches three miles long."

Divine shook her head. "No need. I am well aware what a fragile man, Ivor Ebony is. Now I ask...does the defense have any other evidence to present, because I am wholly convinced that a formerly good defense attorney has sadly fallen to corruption and depravity. And I have a strong belief the jury does too."

Mina wanted to cry. She looked and Ashley, who remained silent. She raised a trembling finger but dropped it just as quickly. Even an eternal optimist and video game junkie like her knew when to admit she was completely pwned.

"No your honor,"

"Very well," Divine said. "It pains me to see a once respected patron of the law turn to a life of crime, but sometimes there's no rhyme or reason why things happen. You may wait in the lobby, Miss Hawkins, while we deliberate..."