The only other thing I'll say about this is that every, you meet the prosecutors and stuff like me. They introduce themselves, but like they're all Italians from New Jersey. And I was just like, this was any other ethnicity. It's like every prosecutor was an Indian or something. Like J.D. Vance would be talking about it, you know. Do they have a Jersey Shore accent? How do you tell their Italians?

How do you know?

Their names were like, I'm Danny Gumba.

This is Jenna Posterone.

This is such an insane way to run a justice system, honestly.

There was a moment when we're all standing outside the courtroom, 50 people, dead silence, except for this one girl who, like, was having a full fucking chat with the woman next to her who obviously like was less into it.

We were right next to the elevator, which was under construction.

And she kept saying, is there, are they doing construction or is that just like a very loud elevator?

And like when I tell you that it was like the most obvious construction noises, it was like

fucking jackhammers and men shouting.

And she kept waffling every two minutes.

She's like, maybe it is construction.

You know, maybe it is just a loud elevator.

And I think the other lady was a little too polite to be like, moron.

What are you fucking talking about?

Also, like, several of the elevators were blocked off with giant signs that said, like, I, Michael, I was like, this woman is about to decide whether a murder one case.

Right.

Someone's life is in this woman's hands.

Like, there's a murder, fucking murder defendant in there.

All right, we got to jump in.

All right.

David, get us in.

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