*lifts piece of shag rug out of soup*
...
*puts rug piece back in soup and pushes bowl back to stand*
...I'm not hungry anymore, thanks.

How convenient don't you think? A mob case with a juror who has a love of gold I smell something fishy and that ain't just cause I'm the fish peddler...

Oh, are we accusing the jurors now?
Vote DyNaer. There's one too many Frenchmen here. They're probably working together. It's a conspiracy, I tell you!

While we're at it maybe Zeo is corrupt with power comes judgeship just something to think about...

None of your business, fish boy.

Oh I see your even trying to Trout your powers only honest person here maybe Yogsloth how else does a functional kid get to be judge I am your elder BOY I am the mighty famous fish man and don't you forget it or else you'll be wishing ye haddock messed with me.

Yogsloth? Yogsloth is always scum! Don't think you can reel me in with that one.

The votes are in! I'll write up a summary of the day's events.

Pussy. I stick with my vote come rain, hail, sleet or snow.

Let's review what happened today.
The jury walked into the courtroom to see faces both old and new. They were stunned to see that the audience was already making a mess of things before they even arrived! Things started off quite chaotically, with Mr. Dessim, after a night of revelry at the Hermit Cave, walked in with a cheese-covered shag rug stuck to his foot. Spilling a bit of his rum on it, he kicked it off near to Samurai Fox, who lit it on fire with the sparks coming from his ancient phone. Soon after, His Eternal Squidliness arose from the depths of the floor to throw it at Fox and thus relieve a lot of the tension in the courtroom (that samurai stare is unnerving...).
Soon after, they got to work. Djestere played a merry tune of wisdom while the jury considered everything from lab analysis to necromancers. Among the muddle of confusion and ideas, the diminutive Bler stood up and proclaimed that he knew exactly what was going on, much to the laughter of yogsloth and the grinning of the defendant.
Meanwhile, a soup seller eerily dished out a bowl of spicy veggie noodle lemon-tomato soup with a shag rug stock, peering at the courtroom ominously.
The crowd waited eagerly as the prosecution and the defense questioned the witness. However, only one of them returned! The spindly Mr. Amrit scuttled into view, but Ms. Katt was nowhere to be seen. After a bit of searching, she was found wrapped up in a cocoon of web fluid. It appears that she won't be joining us until she emerges as a beautiful Butterkatt. The Puzzlemaster was sent by the judge to go hunt down a replacement to present the witness. The game will resume once the prosecutor arrives. The judge will ask for silence upon their entrance into the courtroom. Until then:
COURT IS NOW IN RECESS!

-Good Afternoon! I bring you a brand new selection! Special prices!
*puts a small cracked cauldron on the stand with soup that looks suprisingly like the other one*

*flips the cart*

ME! I DO! But I want beer too.