*pushes the Puzzlemaster head first on the door*
This door?
*pushes again*
Sorry man, forgot to open it! Stupid.
*pushes again*
Damn, I'm dumb. Sorry.
*tries door*
It's jammed now. Some idiot bumped something on it more than once.

*spits out a key*
Gah...can't you use these tactics to get Bler to make a vote instead?

Ugh. That's full of blood. Let me clean that for you.
*grabs key*

Yeah. I think I might've cut my gums on the lockpick.
...
What? No, no, I said "chopstick". It got stuck in my teeth after eating some chow mein in the cafeteria.

Would you just relax? We're here to get you off.
Wait. Let me rephrase that.

It's not so much you guys as these lawyers I don't feel like being around.

They'll have to go through me to get to you little buddy! You're safe!
*looks at the Puzzlemaster's bleeding head and stapled back*
Mostly!

So is this a signal that you want us to just skip you? 'Cause you're the last person we need a vote from.

The votes are in! Let's review what happened today.

"Alright," the Puzzlemaster said, "what evidence do-"
"THE TELEPHONE TECHNICIAN!", the jury all screamed at once. Bler opened his mouth, then promptly closed it and shrugged.
"Well. That wasn't much trouble," the Puzzlemaster replied. "However, this might be."
Suddenly, the straps holding his arms to his sides popped off, he spat a small amount of red dye into the bailiff's eyes, vaulted over the front of his box, and bolted for the door. Bler and Bookwyrm nodded to each other as a slow grin crept onto the defendant's face. Bler dove for his leg, but he immediately jumped and ran onwards! Not paying attention, Bookwyrm snatched Yezemin's panda and threw it at the poor smurf, who was smothered by an aggressive snuggle approximately 1.25 seconds later.
"Fools! You can't trick me with the same tactic twice!" shouted the laughing fugitive, who pushed on the door only to not have it budge an inch. He turned to see Ashwald, who was already at the door, dangling a key between his fingers. Meanwhile, REDVWIN sneaked up from behind, wielding a chair.
"Meheheheh," chortled the Puzzlemaster as he spat a lockpick into his hand, which he accidentally dropped. When he bent down to pick it up, REDVWIN swung the chair, accidentally knocking down Ashwald. As he rushed to his fallen comerade's aid, the Puzzlemaster picked the lock and escaped out the door, cackling maniacally.
Suddenly, however, he flew back into the courtroom, landing flat on his back in the middle of the floor. In stepped snowkatt, who soon stood over him. The color soon drained from his face and he fled back to the bailiff.
When he next appeared, he was in a strait jacket again, but this time wrapped in chains and wearing a shock collar.
He sighed miserably.
"The court welcomes...Ms. Snow Katt...the prosecution...."
Djaron played a tune for her entrance on his keyboard.
Djaron's song for today is:
Fire, by Arthur Brown (1968)
Nobody knows if it's helpful or not, but they all agree that it's certainly fitting.

The judge calls for silence!

Good morning, worm your honor.
We are gathered together here today, to ROAST this filthy wretch of a human being !
And if he is guilty as SIN, he will be BURNINATED to the full extend of the law !
He and every body else will learn, that the long red hot arm of the law can not be evaded for long.
And it will BURN EVERYTHING IN PURIFYING FIRE !!!

I call hence forth to the stand to be grilled, ....the telephone technician.

Quickly now !
Or there will be more then just grilling !


And hands of my bagels, you buggers, otherwise i will set fire to you !

SYSTEMS ONLINE.
Ready for reporting...

My brother programmed this rustbucket to tap phone lines now?
Brilliant, brother dear. You could go into politics. Be the next Nixon.
I'm sure mom is going to be SO proud of you.
So, is the walking carpet going to ask for the defendant's phone activity, or what?

You there, operator !
Quickly now !

I want to know about this ...horse's...woman's ! telephone activity of the last few weeks !
Ouickly or I will BURNINATE you and everything you stand for !!

This horse woman being the defending attorney !

The prosecution respectfully asks the brick shithouse that is the defending attorney to SHUT HER FILTHY CAKEHOLE WHILE I AM SPEAKING OR BURN !

...
So that's the game you'd like to play, hm? Very well. I'll let you have your fun.
The defense has no objections to this. Carry on.