Bork shrugged. "I just wanted to clear up a couple of details, your honor. I just like to be tidy."
"We don't need your help," responded the judge crushingly. "The Very Complicated Monstrous Proximilator machine tells us all we want to know." He turned to the prosecutor. "You may proceed."
"The state rests."
Bork's lawyer advised the court that no defense would be presented. The prosecutor exhorted the jury that its duty was plain. The judge gave final instructions, and the jury filed out. It returned in four minutes.
"Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict in such a gratifyingly short space of time?" the judge asked, beaming.
The foreman arose. "We have, your honor."
"Just for the record, what is your verdict?" twinkled the judge.
"Not guilty, your honor."
The prosecutor jumped up. "Why, that can't be!" he shouted. "It's a prima facie case, unrefuted and therefore patent. What else do you need?"