“When Bradley drove his motorcycle across my lawn, he didn’t just ruin flowers.”
“He executed an overt physical breach of an active Title Fifty continuity installation on public record.”
“Harold brought the forged deeds.”
“Bradley brought the arrogance.”
“They boasted that nobody would care about an old woman’s dead flowers.”
“And the moment that back tire struck the relief valve sensor…”
I bared my teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
“…your family triggered the self-executing forfeiture clause of Article Three, Section Three of the United States Constitution.”
“You didn’t steal sixty billion dollars from the national defense redoubt tonight, Arthur.”
“You spent forty years pouring sixty billion dollars of your personal criminal reserves… straight into my sovereign trust.”
“You spent four decades engineering a grand takeover…”
Judge Mercer bared her teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
“…only to hand your entire dynastic empire to the widow whose marigolds your nephew crushed into the mud.”
