Suddenly! Micheal Graves struts in wearing an ill-fitting and mismatched suit along with thick black-rimmed glasses that he's popped the lenses out of. Everyone just watches this dude set up one of those wooden folding tables in the center of the room for what seems like forever. Micheal then hurries out of the room just so he can strut back in and slam an empty briefcase on that table that he just set up.


"OBJECTION YOUR HONOR!"


There is no judge here.


"I have secured evidence that supports my potential client's claims of foul play!"


There are curious mummers from everyone who witnesses Graves' claims.


Micheal cups his mouth and whispers in Oswald's ear.


"Let me do the talking if you want to live!"


Micheal then stands to attention and smiles at the wall, which he thinks is the judge over this case.