"Go!" the judge said. "Go and leave me alone! You're all trying to drive me out of my mind."
"With a mind like yours," Toffee said, "it would be a fast drive on a kiddy car."
"Go!" the judge screamed. "Go away!"
Defeated by sheer volume, Marc and Toffee retreated back to their chairs and sat down. The one next to Marc's scraped back a trifle of its own volition.
"You fiend!" Marc hissed at the empty chair. "That was a fine mess, wasn't it?"
"Glad you admire my work," George said complacently out of thin air. "Isn't it remarkable how exactly alike our voices sound?"
"Go to hell," Marc said sullenly.
"If I do I'll probably meet you there," George said. "The old boy has you marked down for a sanity test. I heard him say so as you left up there. Somehow, it warms me to think of you locked up with a bunch of homicidal maniacs. Who's to say what might happen to you?"
The gavel rapped on the bench again, this time more calmly.
"I'd like to speak to the congressman," the judge announced. "Not that I put any stock in the ridiculous accusations of that black-hearted nit-wit, but I would like to talk to someone rational for a change."