"That Aqueduct is Sitting Duck's educated brother," confided John Bork. "Before he went to Princeton his name was Wet Duck."
The prosecutor moved his probe: Pease, Reese and Meese, Acuff, Eyolf and Beowulf; Bork! Bork!
"That cough again?" muttered the prosecutor, ready to move on.
"No, she's calling for me that time," corrected Bork.
"How can you tell?"
"It has more of a snarl in it than her cough has."
The prosecutor tried the spot once more.
"Bork! Bork! Why are you pointing that at me, Bork? What are you going to do, Bork?" She held out her hands to ward him off. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Then she dropped her hands.
"I missed twice," John said, nodding.
"The defendant will keep his lousy confessions to himself!" shrieked the judge. "I will not have the importance of our Very Complicated Monstrous Proximilator machine vitiated by these unwanted confessions!"