With a height of five-foot-four, Mina's rivals in law stood proudly...or at least, it seemed to be him. There was something different about this guy. His physique was that of a slender, middle aged accountant, complete with a round, winkled face, and glasses so thick, they magnified his mole-like eyes from being seen. His leisure suit was cocaine white with several rainbow straps dangling from the sleeves and his chest hair was thin and wispy. Mina identified this man as Legal Suit Larry, the washed up prosecutor who had opposed her in her first case, but the factor that left her scratching her head was what was on the man's head. Instead of being balder and paler than a honey dew melon, he had an enormous pompadour as thick and bushy as a skunk's tail. He also clutched a microphone with a golden star on it.
Mina and Victoria both stood dumbfounded. Their jaws hanging open from the extremely stupid sight.
"Thank you..." the weedy man guffawed in a mock husky voice. "Thank you very much! I see you're surprised to see me...my arch rival!"
"Umm uhhhhh..." Mina muttered shaking her head. "Weren't you...uh...BALD?!"
The man thrust his body with the microphone forward dramatically, but recoiled in horror just as quickly. "THAT'S ALL YOU CARE ABOUT?!"
Mina rubbed her chin and smiled kindly. "My dad has the same problem with thinning hair. But he got hair implants so now he never has to worry about his male pattern baldness ever again! I'm happy for you, Larry!"
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"Why thank you..." the man said, blushing bright red. "I mean, it's not an implant. It's my real hair! And my name is not Larry...it's..."
"Bozo the dork?" Victoria said, rolling her eyes.
The man gave a deep chuckle in a false Memphis drawl. "Huh huh huh, I'd watch yer tone, little lady, or you're gonna be singing Jailhouse rock! My name is Lawvis Cresley, the King of Prosecutors!"
He raised his star studded microphone to his mouth. "And I'm making sure you keep off the law's suede shoes!"
"Ew..." Victoria muttered. "I'd call you a dad rocker, but it's clear you never conceived anything."
Mina, however, was fired up by the man's chaotic energy. "And I'm gonna make sure you step off my client's pink suede heels. But uh...what happened to Willy...I mean, Blind Justice?"
"Blind?" Lawvis asked and a sinister smirk crept across his face. "Well, he ain't nothing but a hound dog now, little lady. He's old news. I'm the star around here!"
"Old news?!" Mina stammered. "What the huh? What do you mean by that?"
The massive bailiff approached them. His shiny bald head and singular earring reminding Mina of a cleaning product mascot. "Mr. Cresley? Miss Hawkins? Court will be session in five minutes. Please enter the court room right now."
Mina's head raced with thoughts. What had happened to Blind over the new year? She had seen him since the Christmas party and now they had replaced him with this doofus.
Legal Suit Larry, or rather Lawvis Cresley swaggered with his microphone in hand. "Better prepare yourself, little lady. I'm gonna lay down a burnin' hunk of law!"