From the Law
Hello.
My name is Castor, and I am a janitor.
I clean the local courthouse, even though I am pretty critical of the “justice” system.
My wife Bellatrix is a political anarchist, and regularly reminds me that she would prefer that my job didn’t exist, seeing as it is a government job.
I’ll often ask her why she married me if she disagreed with my work so much, but she reminds me that she hadn’t become a political anarchist yet when she married me.
Anyhoo, I was cleaning up at work one day when I suddenly! saw a prisoner running out of the courtroom.
This seemed very strange, because usually prisoners who were on trial were restrained pretty well.
“Run!” he cried, “Some sort of gas knocked everybody in there out, and it’s gonna maybe seep out to the halls soon too!”
I looked back at the door, and I did indeed see a strange gas of some sort leaking out into the hall.
I ran out of the courthouse, and the prisoner ran too.
“So,” I asked him, “you gonna wait for them to imprison you again or you gonna make a run for it?”
“Not sure…” he said, “I think that I was given an antidote somehow though, because I should’ve been knocked out I think…”
Suddenly; my wife showed up, saw that there was a prisoner with me, and cried out that, “We shall give the middle finger to the system by hiding this man from the law!” and I responded that we should at least find out what he did first.
“I didn’t do anything.” the man reasoned, “I’m being falsely accused.”
“Sounds about right!” my wife said with a nod; and I helplessly traveled home with my wife and this inmate, and wondered what exactly my wife had just gotten her and I into…
