Did you get that thing?

Did you get that thing?

That?

I sent ya.

Can I sit down now? My bunions are killing me.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, because of the reckless use of force by Mr. Birdman,

my client has been unable to walk without the aid of crutches, has been incapable of

having an intimate relationship.

That was head stealing.

It was not.

It was mere manipulation of the lacrimal glands.

Noted. But I'm warning you!

Strike the weeping from the record.

Sadly, Mr. Birdman maimed countless others, many of whom sit among you today!

Baroquen!

Whatever you decide will directly affect their impending class-action suit against this so-called hero!

Class-action suit?

And your opening statement was whether or not they got that thing you sent them?

Check out the ha-has on Miss Stenopad.

So Birdman and I get into an argument about me stealing, allegedly, some missiles, whatever.