*Dominick "Dom" DeLuise makes his way to the stand and stares at the prosecutor expectantly.*

Oy! Wait a second! Aren't you a known criminal?! The head of the mob? O_o
Judge, why are we even letting this guy in COURT anywhere but the defendant's seat?
HE TOOK APART MY PUZZLE-BOT!
*sob*

Hmm? I have no idea what you are talking about. Until recently, I ran a small waste management facility, but I decided it was a bit too stressful. I decided I would take some time off, and start a part time job in general maintenance. I have learned over the years that working directly to fix problems with my own hands gives me time to put things in perspective.

Gogfather, what in the name of ass did you discover in the garbage the morning after the murder !! Be quick and descriptive !!
I got bagels with my name on them !!

How do you fix the Poverty?

*hits Gnostic with gavel*
Quiet down, there! No talking from the audience when the judge asks for silence!

shooting all the rich people
now get back in to your seat you or i wil charge you with contempt of court and disruptive behavior and turn you in to a bagel boy !!!

*Dom raises an eyebrow.*

Of course. There was something clogging the chute. It was quite a bother. I had to go floor by floor testing to see where the clog exactly was. I think I must have spent at least an hour or so doing so. In fact, I decided to stop for a quick snack in the middle. It was a banana, as I recall ... exactly how descriptive do you want me to get? *Dom chuckles affably*

Regardless, there was something clogging the chute between the fourth and fifth floors.

Gogfather, if that's your real name ...my eyes are up here mate !
No I don't care what you say this care bears shirt was all that was clean alright ?

Since you were in general maintenance I am sure you can tell me what exactly you found in the garbage, can you not ? I mean so far you have failed to adress my question at all. A smal oversight I am sure, I am also sure you could tell me where miss Dangerfield lived.
Wasn't it on the fifth floor or something or other ?

Call it a grudge, but, uh...why are you even here anyway, Mr. DeLuise? Ok, whatever, you've turned over a new leaf, sure, but I can't help but wonder if you two are related somehow through the mafia connection.

My name is Dominick DeLuise; my friends call me Dom. You may call me Mr. DeLuise.

Towels. Sopping wet towels were clogging the chute. Also, a pair of gloves rested atop the clump. Now, this particular chute runs right near Ms. Dangerfield's apartment, so I knew better than to touch anything to get a better look at it.

Yep. Right there next to the chute in question.

*Dom looks mildly perturbed*

There it is again. You seem intent to slander my good name with wild accusations of possible malfeasance in my past!

*Dom settles down a bit*

But, yes, Mr. DeLucce did work for me for a while at the company. He was a good sort: always on time, always efficiently did his job, always got along with everyone. Particularly the ladies; ever popular that one. You know the type.

*raises an eyebrow*
Well, I've got some bad news for you. These gloves you just submitted into evidence? They're a size large. The size worn by the accused.

That will be all, Mr. DeLuise. You can go now.
Court's adjourned until tomorrow!

Fixed that for you.

*TheGOGfather steps down, gives the defendant an unreadable look, and makes his way out of the courtroom.*