I'm bringin my crowbar to the hearing and I must simply smash that old bastards nuts up into his throat. I think I can do it all in one mighty fale swoop and manage to knock his nutsack way up into his mouth area if I am concentrating like the Karate Kid or something.
Maybe I'll just scalp Ruth Ann's head with the scraper end of my bar. I really don't know the anatomy of my crowbar I am sorry to say. I don't know really what that end of the bar is used for other than to scalp and get leverage on stuff like heads and guts. When I'm done I think I'll fuck the judge with my bar while I'm there and laugh my ass off like I was in a stratejacket or summat.
Afterwards a nice cup of caffeinated coffee, cream and sugar please, in one of the nearby Tampa dineries. I think while I'm walking around with Ruth Ann's head in my hand I might take in some of the sites down in Tampa when I get there that day. It's been a long time since I been there. Maybe I'll follow the newly enlightened Miller home and show him his wife's noggen.
Ha ha. Just kiddin y'all, just entertainin yar. But damm if I don't believe anyone who's read this far didn't get off on it just a little there.