Enter Consensus, in judicial robes, Algor, and Citizens. | ||
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Consensus: | This man has argued very well, And with such wit and sense, That no one hearing him can tell Of greater eloquence. But as my task perforce requires, I must hear a rebuttal, Or equity at once expires And justice is a muddle. | |
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(rec.) | What have you to say? Can you refute him? | |
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Skeptica, horrified, finds herself unable to speak. After a long and agonizing effort, she sinks to the ground in despair. | ||
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Consensus: | I shall my verdict now announce: Since no one did object, By rule of law I must pronounce That this man is correct. | |
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Exit Consensus. |
Tee Hee. I think I'd actually pay to see this. The singing slide show? Not so much.