Drum roll…
Did it request alcohol?
Champagne perhaps?
need a TPM liveblog for this one biting nails
I hate juror notes. Always some cryptic question the judge is forbidden to answer as phrased which is then cast before the lawyers to stare at like Roman priests looking for signs in the entrails of a sacrificed animal. “Are they going off the rails? Are they fixating on some irrelevancy? Is it good for us? Is it bad for us? Do we need to try to settle/cop a plea? OMG! What does it mean what does it mean?”
“Can we talk to the ostrich?”
@Popehat
If I were the jury I would send a note saying just “Q” to fuck with everyone
The note read, in part:
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Oh wait, that’s T.S. Eliot, not Ellis…
Hopefully it’s not:
This is the way the trial ends
This is the way the trial ends
This is the way the trial ends
Not with a bang (of a gavel) but a whimper.
Two with pepperoni, one with extra cheese?
So much drama that a note could cause such a stir! Sounds exciting.
Anticipation…
I can almost hear Carly’s voice.
11 turkey with swiss and 1 grilled cheese.
Thanks a bunch.
Can we try on the ostrich jacket?
If the ostrich shits, you must acquit.
I give the Jury credit for trolling the country on the suspense factor.
Trust me. It won’t fit.
“Please send in 2 dozen bagels and two 8 oz. schmears, strawberry and smoked salmon.”
Deadlocked between Mediterranean or Chinese takeout
They probably want a read-back.