"Let 's put him in the Existential Extirpator. It 's been a while since we put people in Her, don 't you agree?" The whole courtroom seemed to be nodding in agreement, accompanied by the sea of fake laughs and smiles that each of his fellow colleagues wore on their respective mugs.
"It 's official," said the High Councilor. "Councilor Fox, put in the record that we used the Existential Extirpator this day on June 6, 2069."
"Understood, High Councilor."
"Let us hear from the accused, shall we? Guards, escort him to the middle of the court with the steel cuffs." The guards escorted the accused, the young man visibly showing the fear for his life with his hands shaking almost violently in his cuffs. When he arrived to the center, he sighed a sigh of concession.
"Now son, any last words before you become nothing but a faint memory?" Beethoven 's quick change in tempo interrupted the awkward silence. The accused lifted his head to speak, but he eventually closed his eyes and put his head down. Smirking, the High Councilor chuckled, "Very well then. Guards, take him to The