This Guy's Problem (TWS)

Solicit someone for help.

"Why yes Bartleby that is exactly what I'll do."

"HEY LOSERS WHY DON'T YOU GET A LIFE?"

The HECKLERS continue regardless. "A life eh? More like a wife?" one chirps up, Another continues making farting noises. Yet a third tries to hurl some fruit at you.

Ugh you hate these guys.

"RHYMING WORDS DOESN'T MAKE A JOKE!"

You shout back and storm off. They're just a bunch of jester wannabe's. Though that farting guy was pretty good. He'll probably go far in life.

Talk to your puppets to distract yourself from the plank until the glue dissolves.

"Well I've had it all night and it hasn't come off since then!"

Ugh this PLANK. It's been stuck to you ever since the TRIAL. You thought the glue would dissolve but it is Otto's brand glue. That stuff lasts forever and the LORD only uses the best in his judicial system.

You admit you kind of deserved it. Playing with nooses is the number one cause of Otto's epoxic ass-fixation.

Though you figure you can probably put the PLANK to good use. You've been meaning to make a TABLE to keep track of your PUPPETS, so you don't forget their names and whatnot. It's been a problem.

You head to you home/office. It's a small building that a previous client owned...before he was convicted. You failed so spectacularly that the LORD rewarded you for paving the way for the prosecution.


You shuffle inside sideways. You don't want a repeat of last nights, "drunken run into the bar door several times while this maglefragle plank gets in the way" The room is mostly wood panels on the inside, though there is a nice cobblestone exterior visible where the panels have broken down. It's not inside the city walls proper but it's close enough that you're generally protected from ner-do-wells. Also close enough that it doesn't take but 10 minutes for the guards to find you and drag you down to the courtroom for a new case.

The first floor has a simple desk, and a small drawer with FILES in it.

Wait sorry you mean FLIES, you left your lunch in there yesterday, forgot all about it too. Aw well...

You head upstairs where your BED, PUPPET BENCH, and CLOSET resides. You don't own a CHAIR, so you drag the PUPPET BENCH over to the bed, remove your PANTS, and start working on the TABLE.

You lay out your COLLECTION OF PUPPETS to keep you company while you work on their new home. You guess this is when you clear your mind? Figure out what you need to do today.

It will probably be very uneventful. You wonder what the little guys suggest.

>_

Have you tried doing any research on the DEBONER? If you can find the real culprit, you can exonerate every client you've ever had!

Freak out. Swat at flies. Gag.