[ WP ] You die and go to a court room deciding your afterlife . The jury consists of 6 people who love you and 6 people who hate you .

`` Your honor, I move to strike the following six jurors for cause. They all have a clear, demonstrated history with my client which will unduly influence their decisions in this procee..'' said the man in a navy blue suit and a red tie. But, he could not get it all out before another man jumped to his feet. 
 
 `` Your honor, this is death court; It's not some high falootin', glass tower, federal prosecution in New York City. If you strike those jurors, in the interest of fairness, you'll have to strike the other six, who have a demonstrable bias in favor of the defendant.'' said another man who sat across a long marble aisle at a very large, glossy table. He wore a blue seersucker suit that barely fit over his humorously round gut. He slid his thumbs up his suspenders and presented a smug expression. 
 
 The sound of a gavel interrupted the age old ritual that the two were playing out. `` You both know, as well as I do, how this objection ends.'' The voice emanated from a ball of light which was surrounded by intensely white and fluffy clouds. These clouds floated above a huge wooden bench which held a nameplate: `` The Honorable I AM.'' 
 
 `` Yes, your honor, but I have to maintain my client's rights, on the record, you know for appeal.'' said the man in navy. 
 
 `` Appeal?'' said the cloudy voice. 
 
 There was a long, drawn out pause. 
 
 `` Fine, duly noted.'' said the voice. `` Please begin counselor.'' 
 
 The man in the seer sucker began speaking while the man in blue took a seat. He leaned over, placing a hand on the shoulder of a figure who say next to him. The figure was wide-eyed and agape. Gerry had not planned on dying today. 
 
 `` Is... is.'' Gerry whispered. `` Is that who I think it is?'' he motioned with his head towards the judges bench and the blinding light which hovered over it. The light pulsated and shifted about as the seer suckered man paced to and fro in front of the court. 
 
 The man in navy pursed his lips and nodded. `` Kinda. it's hard to explain, really. Honestly, that's the least of your concerns.'' the lawyer adjusted himself in his seat and pointed to the bailiff. `` That's who you need to be concerned with.'' he said with nonchalance. 
 
 Gerry followed the gesture and screamed. Standing, tentacles, arms, and legs akimbo was a mass of darkness whose presence could only be felt in the bit of Gerry's stomach. The sound of screeching infants and tearing metal filled his ears, and his mind's eye saw a leering face with a thickly muscled tongue which whipped about in random directions. 
 
 A loud banging brought Gerry back to his senses. Looking up, he stared, wide-eyed at the banging gavel and the ball of light. `` I'll have no disturbances in my courtroom, Mr. Johnson. Please keep your client under control.'' 
 
 `` Yes, your honor.'' 

