Rolls over an instant-guacamole can...

*Come on, get some... spicy guacamelee!* xD

REDVWIN

What are you-
KAHRETSIN! MY EYES! I cannot see! İmdat! İmdat!

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

The next day at court, few were brave enough to say much. After watching the vicious fight between the prosecution and the defense, most were too busy trying to avoid the gaze of either of them. Everybody awaited the vote of Maxvorstadt, but he was too busy fixing his net gun.
"Come on! Just vote already!", said Bookwyrm.
"But what if the defendant tries to escape? How am I going to catch him?", said Maxvorstadt.
"Simple: You won't.", said the Puzzlemaster, throwing a handful of guacamole into the bailiff's eyes.
Everybody was surprised to see that nothing fell off of him this time. He was still in the straight jacket, chains, and shock collar. The bailiff pressed the remote control to activate the collar, but the defendant had deactivated it using an ingenious combination of a wire, some guacamole, and a small EMP device he stole from Maxvorstadt's gun.
"It suddenly dawns on me: What do I need to use my hands for? I can still kick the door open!", he said, and bolted for the door once again.
Maxvorstadt immediately stood up and aimed his gun. However, when he pulled the trigger, the machine began to rattle violently. Suddenly, the entire thing exploded into a gigantic puff of smoke which enveloped most of the courtroom and caused everybody but Sanfueg to cough violently. For once, the strange hooded figure actually grinned, stood up, and turned toward Maxvorstadt's spot. When the smoke cleared, Maxvorstadt was gone, and in his place was the wraith-like ShadowPatriarch.
Totally confused by both the disappearance of Maxvorstadt, the appearance of ShadowPatriarch, and the signs of life from Sanfueg, everybody, even the Puzzlemaster, stood stock still in awed silence. Impressed with the trick, Omega started clapping, and soon everybody else joined in.
"Brother.", said Sanfueg.
"Brother.", replied the wraith.
They shook hands and patted each other on the shoulder.
The court continued to stare in silence before Ashwald spoke up:
"Wasn't the Puzzlemaster trying to escape?"
The defendant then headed for the door once again, but kicked at it only to find it barred with a chain. Sunshinecorp stood next to it, picking his teeth.
"So this is the way it's gonna be, eh?", said the Puzzlemaster.
"Yup.", said Sunshinecorp.
"Look! Over there! I think Ms. Katt just winked at you!", said the Puzzlemaster, who used this distraction to kick the rocker's motorcycle over.
"ALRIGHT," yelled the badlander, removing his gaze from the prosecution, tearing his chain out of the door (and the handles with it), and whipping it around his head, "WHO DID THAT?!"
"Vote: Habanerose", said Bler, who couldn't see any of the action and was tired of the pepper constantly blocking his view.
Sunshinecorp began wildly chasing the speedy Habanerose (who was quite used to this sort of thing by now) around the court while everybody desperately evaded the swinging chain. This chaos only ended when ZFR used his handy Portal gun to make Sunshinecorp run into himself.
"ENOUGH!", he yelled. "We need to get the Puzzlemaster, he's probably a kilometer away by now."
"Doesn't he wish.", said Amrit, sitting on top of a bundle of web which was soon collected by the bailiff after REDVWIN shared with him his family's old guacamole-in-the-eyes cure.
When the defendant next came out, he was strapped to a metal tray in the same strait jacket, wearing a facemask.
"I don't even get what this is supposed to do...", he whined. "It's not like I bit anybody...but whatever. Let's get to the next evidence, seeing as I'm stuck here."
In the meantime, Djaron played today's song.
Djaron's song for today is:
The Show Must Go On, by Leo Sayer (1973)
Is this related to Three Dog Night somehow, considering the first song? Is that a clue? Why are these songs from the 70s? What is Djaron trying to tell us? Nobody knows.

The judge calls for silence! A hush falls on the court!

At last, I'M in control instead of that cussing ball of fur with the brain disease.
*ahem*
The defense calls Cecil Vensetti to the stand!

Saunters up to the stand like a cranky gangster "yeah what you want"

Now, pay attention, my dear little mange-face. THIS is how you properly question a witness.
Mr. Vensetti, you were a patient in the room directly below Mr. Lindo's. Did you see or hear anything the night of the murder that might be of interest to this court?

Maybe what's it to ya. You see, I woke up late. It was a warm night and my window was open since I didn't want to set off the smoke detector from my cigar. Anyway, I reached out for some vodka on the nightstand. I was kind of groggy, (duh) and when I stuck out my hand I brushed my glass of vodka out the window. That woke me up since that stuff ain't free ya know. I got up and looked out to see if it had hit anybody.

Interesting. And what did you see?

Well, right below my window was this alley. There was some suspiciously large garbage bags there. My glass landed on top of one of the normal sized trash bags and had broken into a couple of pieces almost puncturing the bag. There was no body in the alley, just the bags. There were some bagels or something there, also I don't know I try to mind my own and not root around in the alley ya know?

...sis? Sis, are you going to finish the questioning? You've been kinda quiet...

...there's bagel crumbs in my notebook.

....sis.....sis, calm down sis...caaaaaalm down....

MY. NOTE. BOOK.

...you're twitching.
JUST FINISH THE QUESTIONING, SIS! FINISH THE QUESTIONING!

...I still don't get why I'm the one in these restraints...

...............................
*ahem*
Mr. Vensetti, when did this event take place?