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How dare you strut on my time of recreation?

This ain't the Moonscape Hotel.

You're not a guest.

You're a prisoner.

One with reptilian rights.

The Madam Adjudicator gave me permission to partake of my culture.

Do you wish to incur her displeasure?

The sooner you're sent to Earth, the trial the better.

the charges are ridiculous not what i've heard all right play

your music but keep it down write it down is the present volume

acceptable to you just about

I do.

Business?

Justice!

adjudicator i wish to assert my right to disavow the proceedings

of this court i have been unjustly incarcerated in lunar city against

my will a consequence of the serious charges that have been brought against

you envoy sill the accusations are groundless madam

Made with extreme prejudice against my most innocent person.

Is that why you were trying to escape via the moon shuttle to Thoros Beta?

I had important urgent business back on my home planet.

Trying to avoid paying for your crimes on Earth?

Madam Prosecutor, there's a protocol to be followed in extradition cases such as

this.

Envoy Sill.

You have been brought before me so that I may judge whether sufficient evidence

exists to warrant sending you back to sand trial at the High Court

of the Eurozone.

How do you plead?

Absolutely, utterly, completely not guilty.

Are you aware that you are entitled to legal representation?

Who knows the ways of my innocence better than I?

I shall defend myself against these ridiculous allegations.

Envoy Sill, you are accused of introducing into the area of

Earth known as the Eurozone a hybrid cocataline drug commonly known

as Devil Seed.

The extradition warrant names you as causing multiple deaths through unlawful

distribution of said drug.

I was told that such a drug was beneficial.

It would make people stronger, more intelligent.

At first. But within three months, your victims became addicted. No way!

One had to buy.

I did not force their hands into supping the seed of the devil.

Devil seed is imported from the planet Arador. It has proved to be the most

addictive substance known to science.

It's not my fault if human backbones turn to jelly.

Your honour, Envoy Syl is a demon of destruction.

a swamp creature who has brought devastation to the youth of our society.

He bought and distributed the seed of the devil for monetary gain.

Madam Adjudicator, I demand, on behalf of the Supreme Court of Justice, that

Envoy Silby extradited to earth, there to stand trial, and, should he be found

guilty,

that he face the ultimate sanction ultimate sanction what legal is

gobbledygook is this it is another term for the death penalty

what death sentence of death

no no the eurozone is a

civilized land

How can the death penalty be threatened against such innocents as myself?

The ultimate sanction exists for crimes against the state.

This creature, Madam Adjudicator, is responsible for

weakening the future of the Eurozone by destroying the lives and bringing grief

to the families of those he seduced.

into rabid addiction.

Nonsense! Nonsense!

Only a few weaklings fell under its spell.

More than a few.

A million addicts poured money into the pockets of you and your agents.

Pockets?

I have no pockets.

Look! See?

Syl, I hope you're still amused when you find yourself in an execution chamber

awaiting cell disintegration.

Cell? What?

Disintegration?

Disintegration of my cells?

No!

What?

How?

After the sentence has been carried out, all that will remain of you, Syl...

is a puddle of green slime.

Such a dissolution is to be devoutly unwished.

Then confess to the charges.

Throw yourself on the mercy of the court. Admit that as an agent of the

Universal Monetary Fund you acted unlawfully.

I don't wish for such an outcome.

Then... This examination must proceed.

Sion could be sent for trial,

but to death.

If sent for trial, and if found guilty, such an outcome

is a possibility.

More than a possibility.

I look forward, once the forthcoming Eurozone presidential election is over,

to having our new president sign your death warrant.

I am in a state of stress.

I have not been bathed this morning.

The dry fish food brought to my cell was far from nourishing.

Most fair lady, please, I beg your honour,

give me time to gather my thoughts.

Please grant me a smidgen of mercy.

I object. There is no reason to delay proceedings. We shall continue with the

hearing as planned. I will allow an adjournment of one hour.

In the meantime, Sill, your needs will be attended to.

Guards, return Sill to his holding cell.

No need, Your Honour.

My conveyance is fully operational.

I can drive myself.

Madam. Your means of transportation will be disabled for the duration of this

hearing.

Guards.

How dare you neuter my means of transportation?

Sadist!

Jean-Marie.

Madam Adjudicator.

water seep into the skin.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow! You're not scrubbing your floor, Bart.

Is that it?

Discursory comfort to my outer person?

It borders on maltreatment of a prisoner's person.

Oh, I understand.

You are totally untrained as body servants to your

Bettas? No,

wait, stay!

I have something to discuss with you.

Save it for the adjudicator. My good fellow, I wish to converse with you

on a most pressing matter.

Let's go eat our famished. Who isn't?

But... Putting all thoughts of lovely grub aside, may I pose

you both a question?

What?

What do you earn working as lowly lackeys?

None of your business.

Given your inferior status within the Luna Police

Department,

little more than a pittance, presumably.

Oh, wait.

Let me ask a further question of you both.

No. He did ask politely. For a change.

And your question is?

How would you like to share one million credits?

What did he say?

Something about a sum that might just exceed our monthly salary.

By light years.

Half a million credits placed in each of your personal accounts.

Secret payments from my good self to your good selves.

For doing what?

For getting me aboard the big day shuttle to Thoros Beta.

Oh, is that all?

We help you escape.

That's my idea, yes.

How?

We have to push you round everywhere like a baby in a pram.

He's no baby of ours.

How would we explain your escape?

Easy.

You smuggle me to the spaceport.

Get me aboard the shuttle.

Return here.

Punch each other's faces in.

Tell how a gang of space desperadoes burst in and carried me away.

We'd never make it.

You're not exactly anonymous.

You must know the quieter route along the outer reaches of the lunar base.

Suppose there was a way.

How would you pay us?

Escrow!

What?

Escrow is a bond held by a third party. I

hold funds for emergencies such as this.

One million credits held in a special account that can only be

accessed by a secret code.

A password I will give to you.

when you deliver me to the space shuttle.

Come. Activate your wristbands.

Opportunity is a fleeting thing. Come on.

Let me activate my escrow account.

S-I-L-U-M-S.

SS1824. See?

What do you see?

A turtle.

That is more than you earn in half a lifetime.

It can be yours.

Buddy. Lovely Buddy.

Beautiful money.

I give you the link.

You downpaid a total amount into accounts of your own choosing.

A bribe.

Big numbers, but still a bribe.

Can we talk about this?

Yes, you may confer, but not too much.

We must reach the space shuttle in time for me to escape back

to dear old Thorvald Peter.

All those credits.

Think of them, they're all yours.

Yours, not mine.

Yours.

Security patrol.

Hug me!

How far are we from the spaceport? Not far.

Then what are you donks waiting for?

The password you promised to your emergency account.

How do I know I can trust you? We've brought you this far. But no further

without the access code.

Back to the cell.

No, no, no, no.

Kind. Be kind to Syl.

Don't take me back to that nasty, horrible prison cell.

We've become friends.

You've tried to assist me.

Time is pressing.

All right, all right.

The code, the access code to the scroll account is...

Now, what is it? He's bluffing. That was Charles.

No, no, no, no. I remember now.

It's S-I-L...

Is that it?

Of course not.

It's E-S-0-0-1-7-8

-4. There.

Done. You have to trust others. It's the most upsetting

experience.

It's asking for breath ID.

We have access.

Authorised transfer will take place in 30 minutes if no further instructions

are sent.

It's done.

Soon we'll be a million creds richer.

All that money.

If I am not aboard that shuttle in the next 30 minutes, I will

cancel the transaction.

Now, hurry, hurry, if you want the money.

I've done my part, now you do yours.

Bright lights.

You might be seen by surveillance cameras.

Wait here.

There is little time left before the shuttle leaves for Tholos, Peter.

What is that dog doing?

Don't worry, Syl will soon be there. I hope so.

There's no place like my slushy, swampy home.

No!

You can't do this to Syl!

Welcome back, Envoy Syl.