The skinny nudist, stirred uneasily. "Your honor," he said timidly, "what about our leaves? Now, they're beginning to dry out. They may even fall!"
The judge started, banging the gavel with reflexive nervousness. "Your leaves are entirely your own responsibility!" he snapped. "If they're drying out, then just don't rustle them."
"That doesn't allow us much freedom of movement," the nudist said.
"From what I've heard, that's probably all for the best. And if I hear any rustling I'll know what to make of it." The judge turned back to Julie. "After your husband answers the charges...."
At this point, Marc, responding to treatment, sat up and opened his eyes. He looked around at the assemblage and smiled bewilderedly.
"Fiend!" the judge thundered.
"Hold him back!" Julie screamed. "Don't let him near me!"
Marc started violently, and Floss put out a hand to steady him.
"Get your sticky hands off that man!" a voice hissed.