The trial begins with little fanfare, the prosecutor stepping forward and turning to address the court. He's a tall, smartly-dressed and intelligent-looking man, and as his face takes on a serious look you lose all doubts about the guy. He is as professional as they come, and even a solid defense attorney in a bad case would have trouble dealing with him. Unfortunately for you, you're guilty as sure as the sky is blue and your defense is... well, Bobby. You don't stand a chance, a feeling that's multiplied tenfold when your prosecutor begins speaking in a flawlessly confident voice.
"I see many of you here today wondering: why am I here? Well, ladies and gentlemen, you're here for one reason and one reason alone: because this man" - he points to you - "felt that he could just ignore the law. Many might say 'well, all that he stole was a toy worth maybe a few pennies', but is that really all that he's taken from us? What of our innocence? What of our due process? What of fairness, of morality, of right and wrong? I daresay that this man has robbed us of all of these things. Perhaps more importantly, he has tried to rob us of justice. With your help, we can make sure that at least that remains in our hands... and in our hearts."
The crowd actually stands and cheers for a moment, before the judge hammers his gavel and demands that they be silent. A standing ovation just for the opening statement... not only is this guy a pro, but he's apparently got the entire audience already in his pocket. This is looking worse by the minute, but Bobby's already standing in the front of the room, quaking in his boots and sweating through his cheap suit. His voice quivers with every word, and you're once again reassured that you aren't going to get out of this one.
"My... m-my client has... I mean, he's, it's, he just... just give me a sec here. My client is... is the victim here! Yeah! A victim of... of media! There's people on TV, and they, um, they do stuff! Big stuff! Way bigger than this! Because this isn't big, it's small, real small stuff, tiny stuff. It, he, I, um... he's the victim! Because... because it's the MTV and... uh... the, y'know, it's all..."
The crowd actually starts booing before he can finish his speech. This time the judge allows it, the booing drowning out his speech until it's too much for him to handle and he sits down beside you. "I think that went well," he whispers to you, without a hint of doubt in his voice.
You sink deeper into your chair, now hoping that you just manage to get out of this without Bobby somehow getting you a life sentence.