“Indeed Mr Weasley, get on with it.” the Judge insisted. Xxnx “Yes Mr Weasley, if your assistant needs medical attention I suggest he goes to Casualty,” the Judge suggested. “Cured of what exactly?” Mr Weasley asked. “He’s cheap,” I explained. “But,” Weasley protested, “They left you swinging from a lamp post, screaming in agony, hanging from a rope up your anus which came out of your Penis and round in a loop!”
“I was singing with happiness that I was cured sir!” he says. “And you raped my assistant!” he said. I looked down from the witness box and grinned. “Well it wasn’t in tune what ever it was,” Jones agreed, “Horrible row it was! “Call PC Micklethwaite!” the Clerk suggested and one of the skinheads sneaked out and came back in a bit later in a police uniform that had seen better days.
