The judge put on his best robe, checked it in the mirror, and walked into the courtroom.
Streamers and balloons shouting HAPPY BIRTHDAY! were arranged around his bench and the jury box.
The courthouse’s best punchbowl was filled with what was supposed to be a simple red punch, but his bailiff was notorious for spiking it every year.
The bailiff’s wink confirmed it.
And then there was the cake… biggest, fanciest one he’d ever seen.
That’s when he realized… where was everybody else?
The guests? The partiers?
He shrugged, issued a flurry of bench warrants, and tried the punch.
Delicious!
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The Judge
“Judge Erwin Thomas the twelfth has been in the Judge business since he was old enough to walk. Back then, of course, it was small things he would judge, which fruit was riper at the store, home much time in the time out chair his brothers and sisters should get. His whole family had been judges, it was a proud family tradition, you one can understand that he felt threatened why the judicial system was abolished.” The police office paused to make sure the street jury was following him. “So I ask you to not judge his actions to harshly.”