....
Oh, bailiff? Yeah, I'm gonna need you to make an arrest over here...

Meanwhile, let's insert this scrap of paper I found in the audience benches into Puzzle-Bot. It was balled up and stuffed inside Djaron's lute.

Evidence received: DJESTERE'S NOTE
Analyzing...
Analyzing...
Analyzing...
COMPLETE
Results: Appears to be a song in key of C. Language: French

I can't read French. Translate it and give me a print-out.

Printing...

A print-out of the original or of the translation?

*Punchs Puzzle-Butt*


That's for ignoring me :P

*rips out paper*
....well, well. What do we have here?
(Translated from French, in the key of C)
"I know not how much longer I can bear,
I am at the point where I'd tear my hair,
For no man in court will lend me an ear,
When I know the mafia who are so near.
I have watched carefully and they think me mad,
Yet wisdom and truth are all I've ever had.
My paranoia is my only friend.
I write these words in case I meet my end.
I sing a song of a plot most foul,
So listen, friends, to my dire howl.

The first was Snow Katt, who lusts not after bread,
But has a taste for fine jewelry instead.
The mob calls her Fang, and she's never without it.
An honest woman? I greatly doubt it.

The second was Book Wrym who was not much involved,
But when he looked at his debts and solved
The true total of what he owed,
He soon was forced to walk the road,
Of a forger of papers and things,
From last wills to the deeds of kings.

The last one even the agent had missed,
In his pride and his utter bliss
Of doing his job so well.
The Gogfather hoped he would run free,
For he was in the jury for all to see.
But I say he belongs in a cell.
Yoggy the Sloth was his mafia name.
And he did quite well at playing the game,
Except that his verdict was not the same,
And when he saw Fang he would yell.
What his job was, I could not tell.
He might just have joined "Because eh, what the hell."

END

.....good Lord.
Wait a second, there's something in parentheses at the bottom here:
(I leave you with these broken thoughts
So you may see their plot and foil it.
I write in hurried hand not because I fear death,
But because I must use the toilet.)



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*ahem*
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF!!!

The best reason, really.

Also looks like my suspicions weren't that far off.^^

After a bit of light interrogation, it looks like the Gogfather was upset with Krypsyn. Apparently, after that last incident where they captured my precious Puzzle-Bot to scrap him for parts, Krypsyn was foolish enough to press the Freak-Out button, which naturally resulted in lasers, missiles, puzzle shurikens, and pointless GIFs which basically wrecked everything within 60 feet. Guess these guys didn't know that my puzzle pieces are semi-sentient and will return to me after being dissembled. After that screw-up, Krypsyn ever-so-conveniently decided that it was a good time to leave the mob. Gogfather didn't like that. He hired Snow a cat burglar of some sort who has a legal background as well as an intimate knowledge of pyrotechnics, Book, a genius yet dry lawyer who was forced to work for them after incurring some form of debt, and Yoggy, who...actually, even after talking to him, I'm STILL not sure what the heck he does other than flip tables.
Now that those three have been rounded up and taken care of, we can end this nonsense.
*ahem*

Your honor, the members of this jury have decided unanimously that the defendant, Krypsyn DeLucce, is Not Guilty!
Mr. DeLucce, you're free to go.
COURT IS NOW ADJOURNED!


I'll post results in a while. Needless to say, all of you made the correct verdict.

So, the mafia was actually trying to frame him for the murder of Darleen (seen as all collaborators were working against Mr. DeLucce)...

No, they weren't trying to frame him. All of the evidence received was entirely legit. The only mafia activity in this case has been restricted to the courtroom, where they've been trying to collectively distract you all and convince you to vote guilty.
Good thing I hired that agent, I got suspicious as soon as I realized an ex-mafioso was involved. Cecil was originally supposed to work with the mob as well in exchange for helping him to sell off his stock of herrings which nobody would buy, but the soup stand bought them off him in exchange for revealing that there were, indeed, mafia members in the courtroom attempting to sway the trial.
Fortunately, none of you guys fell for it.

So who was the murderer?
Was it you Zeogold?
You seem to be involved in a LOT of crime around here.

Ι'm sure that zeogold is the mafioso, but he is hiding pretty well!

Hm. No. No, I don't think so.

Ms. Katt, Mr. Sloth, I believe it is time we made our exit. Staying in this particular room no longer appeals to me. I've already rigged the C4, it should be going off any mome... *boom* Right on schedule. Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure, but alas, the time of our parting has come. I bid you adieu.

Mr. Puzzlemaster, I stronger advise you not to try and send your mechanical companion after us. It would end...poorly.

*Exeunt*