"So, what do you want to do?" Bob asked Harold.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know." It was a sunny morning out in the country, and weather was warm and calm. The lake at the end of the meadow was so clear that the bottom was a bright as the top. "Maybe we should go fishing."

Harold muttered something Bob couldn't understand. "Your signals not coming through clear," said Bob. "How about you step outside?"

"I said," Harold repeated through the static, "I have this court case to preside over right now. I'm a judge, remember?"

"Fine. Whatever. Bye." Bob turned his cell phone off.

The judge Harold turned his attention to the court. "Now, make this quick. I have fish to scare."

No one moved. The defense attorney stepped forward. "Aren't you going to introduce us, sir?" he said timidly.

Harold slouched forward on his desk and propped his head up with a hand. "Okay, on the defense side we have The Krazy Killer, represented by this poor guy who had the case forced on him." Harold gestured at them with a pencil. "Over here's The Krazy Killer's latest victim, who has hired the legendary barrister, The Prosecutor. The victim is suing the killer for causing him undue emotional anguish by cutting off both arms with a chainsaw. Does anyone have anything to say, or should I pass the verdict now?

The defense attorney stood up slowly. "Sir? Could I get a word in, please?"

"What?" snapped Harold.

"Well, sir, my client can't tell a lie. So if he tells you he's innocent, it must be true."

"Good enough. Let's hear it."

"Wait." The Prosecutor stood and walker over to the defense attorney. His leather boots thudded loudly with each step, the added weight of his gun making it even lounder. He stopped and put his hands on the defense's table. "Now, we wouldn't be telling lies in court, would we? Because we know where liars go."

The attorney scratched his head. "Law school?"

"And then..."

"Is this going to take all day?" the judge demanded.

Yes, just a minute, sir. If I make a bargain with the prosecutor, it will be over, right?"

"Fine. Go ahead." The judge tapped his foot impatiently.

"Listen here, Mr. Prosecutor," said the lawyer smugly. "You dispute my claim that my client can't lie, and I bring these pictures of you in a pink dress into question before the court. How do you like that idea, Pinky?"

The Prosecutor drew back. "I thought you were supposed to be a cowardly attorney!"

"And you're supposed to be The Prosecutor. Or should I say, The Persecutor! That's right, son, I know your true identity. For I ame secretly Uber-Guy, your arch-nemesis!" Uber-Guy ripped off his suit and mask.

The two superheroes drew their weapons and traded fire, rinning around the courthouse and occasionally doing a flip or something else heroic. Harold didn't stop them, as he enjoyed the show.

Little did the judge realize that when he goes fishing, there will be a suprise waiting for him.

For in the lake, there will be lead poisoning, caused by bullets that hit the ground and washed into the water.

Yeah.

Anyway, the defendant won, although the plaintiff got a fair cash settlement. Everyone went home happy.