You're sat on the bench as usual, in your robe, watching over the court. Another day of watching attorney's argue, again.

This time it was another murder case, but this one was with Roland Blum. You hate working with him: he was loud, wild and played against the rules.

He's now running around the room, yelling about god knows what.

"Mr. Blum!" You yell and bang your gavel. "Return to your seat and shut. Up!" You snap.

Roland does sit down again, but he smirks and winks at you. God.